My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

She cried— like she was a wolf, with a baby face and pout she was adored for. Then another message appeared on her screen that turned her facial expressions even sour and bitter. 'A bloody red lory has blocked my way. It's not moving further, not letting me do so.' "Oh Jesus, I will kill you, Ryley Shine." Valen shrieked, this time like a human, earning amusing looks from the passers-by and the watchman who was sitting across a huge television, keeping an eye on the CCTV footage. She turned around hiding her face from the intimidating gaze of the guard as she stared at the package in her hand. It was a present for her new best friend, Reyne.

Diella had always been his plan. My knuckles tightened until they turned white, and a bitter lump formed in my throat. Maybe I should have felt grateful for such a large sum. But how could I feel happy when my heart was hurting this badly? Everett never planned to choose me. If he truly loved me, he would have given me a chance to explain. I let out a slow sigh. “I will receive the cheque.” Margaret smiled gently and reached for a large envelope on the side table. She pulled out a smaller one and placed it in my hand. I opened it to find the check for two hundred thousand dollars inside.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

It made Rain chuckle because she had never done anything to offend the woman before, she would now. “Yeah, thanks for the invite,” Rain whispered in a sickly sweet tone, “ I need all the energy I can get, Alexander drained me last night…I’m still finding it hard to move my legs,” Rain laughed. There was nothing wrong with having a bit of fun and putting some people in their place as well. Vicky’s face had gone red, then greed and then back to red again… she forced a tight smile, it was so obviously forced and Rain enjoyed the sight of it.

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—”

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.

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.

“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.