My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

Words swirled in her mind, too many to say, and too little time to express them all. Valerie placed her delicate hand on the plaque as though touching a face. Her trembling fingers brushed against the cold surface, and a lump rose in her throat. Tears streamed silently from beneath her oversized sunglasses. Carefully, she placed the bouquet of white peonies in the small vase affixed to the plaque, and at last, she found her voice. “My beloved Peter… I’ve returned. I will find the one who did this to you, and I won’t rest until they pay for taking your life.” Valerie’s words spilled out with raw anguish, her tears falling freely.

“Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath. -Your blood smells so wonderful... Sharp fangs pierced the tender neck. Ira screamed... Valya gathered all her strength and will. She had not used the other side of her abilities for many years. She liked saving lives much more than taking them. But she still knew something. Having ordered Ilyana to hide in the far hall, she prepared for the attack.

“Irene, what is it? Why are you calling me?” “Cassy,” Irene groaned again, and Cassy heard a faint rustle, like someone shifting on the floor. “Cassy, I—I’m bleeding.” The words hit her like a slap. “What?” Cassy blinked, confusion washing over her. “What do you mean you’re bleeding? Irene, what are you talking about?” “I’m sorry,” Irene’s voice cracked, a low sob following. “I’m so sorry for everything. For sleeping with your boyfriend. For ruining everything between us. I don’t know what came over me that day—”

"Come to Jane 332 Avenue not too far from the estate, and take an elevator to the first floor, I'm in room 101. Please come quick," As she dialed Irene's number she felt cold steel on her neck. She turned around and was met with a pair of blue eyes. Words were unspoken, but she could still decipher what those shaky pairs of blue eyes meant. "I thought you were dead," she said softly, a tear rolling down her cheeks. "Now you know that I'm not," she replied and pulled the trigger. Valerie lay on the floor, eyes wide open as she took one last glance at the girl towering over her.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

Harris. The lady was old enough to be either of Haven or Olivia’s mother. But she was still single and ready to mingle, only non-commitment ones though. She was half British and half American. And she comes from a very well polished family. She was lives alone. No, she is housemates with her cat, Izzie. “Good Morning, Ms. Harris. Vincent was just informing us about the team dinner on the weekend,” Haven spoke in her sweet voice which could soothe anyone’s mood.

She can sense when something feels amiss. “Is there something you're not telling me?” Fear and shock zap through Irene's spine. She presses the silver steel with force, and it cuts right through the potato and digs into the skin of her palm. The potato turns crimson with Irene's blood. Irene hisses and jerks the potato out of her grasp. The cut is deep. Her blood spills over the top of the island. She bites her tongue, hissing through the pain as she turns towards the sink. Opening the tap, she lets the water run over her hand, washing the blood that doesn't seem to stop flowing.

"Get out, Irina! You're not staying here." "What's this, Valerie? You're going to leave me on the street? You can't do this to me! We've been friends since we were children, almost sisters—my mother was your godmother!" I argued, but she clicked her tongue. "Oh, Irina! Our mothers were friends, war friends there at the Up-and-Down. They got together and raised us the best they could. When my mother was murdered and I went to the shelter, you didn't even remember I existed. Later, when your mother got sick and died and you were taken to the same shelter, you stuck with me as a matter of survival. You were never my friend, Irina, because you're just a parasite who gets close and sucks everythi

“You don’t walk into a private archive unless you plan to leave pieces behind.” Valentine stepped out. Calm as breathing. “If you’re going to threaten someone,” she said, “at least aim higher than bad theater.” Heads snapped toward her. Big man frowned. “Who the hell are you?” “Someone who noticed you left your flank wide open,” Valentine answered. She drove her elbow into his throat. The sound was wet. Ugly. Satisfying. Second man lunged. Valentine ducked. Grabbed his wrist. Twisted until the gun skittered across concrete. Kicked his knee sideways. He dropped screaming.

They were falling down nonstop and I am waiting for my eyes to get tired so it won't release tears anymore. I was not this kind of woman back then, I would have rather moved on after grieving for a second when I am inside the battlefield. But now it is different, I cherish this p**e around me, seeing them die is the most hurtful thing I can ever imagine. I smiled, a force one when I saw Diane walking towards me. After my raging emotions, I did not know what I did that I killed most of them. After seeing Inueh in that state, I could not help but kill anyone who was blocking my way. I just want to come near him and hug him tight. I want him to feel that he is not alone and I am right here besi