My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

Emily said but what happened next was unfathomable Valentina gave Emily a resounding slap so hard on her cheeks that blood gushed out from her lips. "If I were you, I will keep shut and take care of my most precious feature, which is your mouth and voice, else you will be nothing but a powerless, mateless old crook until your dying days. You better start praying to the moon goddess to give you a blind mate cause no one in their right senses and sight will make you theirs." Valentina said boldly "Anyone else want to have a taste of my wrath?" Ryan asked and the gammas whimpered and backed away.

Inside was a shoe box containing several items, and most importantly. "Here it is! Newspaper clippings about the news of the Blue Moon Hotel Massacre five years ago. Wow, I can't believe that the media even deleted the news without a trace. But it's okay, now I have proof in my hands!" said Aleta. Aleta was very happy that she had managed to get one piece of evidence that she was not hallucinating. Now the girl would try to find other useful items that she could bring back to Dave's mansion. But as far as the eye could see, somehow Aleta was convinced that she had only accumulated so much junk in this house. There seemed to be nothing to take with her.

she said as she broke down in tears, “Irene made me and my baby feel worthless.” Kaiden watched as Rene cried out in despair, his fists clenched by his sides. With the way Rene was crying, something snapped inside him, filling him with rage and anger. “Where's Irene?!” he snapped as he turned to a maid who was trembling from fear. The young maid said as she pointed at Irene who was giving instructions to a maid “A..A..Alpha, I think she's over there.”

Catching her wrist, I placed her hand against my hard on. But she snatched her wrist back, her eyes unfocused as they rested behind me. “I don’t want to give you any more blue balls.” Was this the same Irene? My wild temptress that was always ran a little hot. Detesting how my chest tightened up in disappointment at the new Irene staring back at me, I forced myself to release her completely. She was almost naked, and it wasn’t helping matters at all. “Will you let me show you something?” What could be more important than having my length buried in her?

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion. She wiped off the smear of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth and reapplied it on her lips seductively. Dang it! If I don't walk away from this hot beauty, I swear I will spill. I blew a kiss at her and disappeared into the hallway to get the candles. Sandra's Pov

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

his eyes narrowed, “the royal blood wants to admit in front of all here that she cannot keep her word.” Irene’s eyes burned red with shame and fury. Her body screamed in pain with every breath, her ribs aching with each twitch of her muscles, but her pride was louder than her wounds. The last thing she wanted was to become a laughingstock, a coward who couldn’t keep her own word.

Irene hushed, Camille cried out, not minding if she was staining Irene’s dress with her tears. “I’m so tired! I’m tired Irene! Why does it hurt so much?! Why does loving someone hurt so much? My heart is absolutely damaged. I’m clueless!” Camille lashed out, Irene didn’t say a word but instead, she continue to pat her back which was comforting to Camille. A knock broke the passionate moment, “Ma’am, someone delivered a bunch of flower at your doorstep,” A lady announced. Irene went over to take it, “Thank you,” the lady left.

With her mouth lavishing Valerie's clit, she stroked her entrance with light fingers. Her Gloryhole opened up for her, slick and greedy. She licked the soft pink flesh to prepare her, then slid in two fingers, curled them up. “Oh!” Valerie propped herself up on her elbow, staring at Iris. “More,” she begged, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth swollen. “Give me more.” she gave her another finger, stroking deep in her hot Gloryhole, the slick sound of the fuck washing over her ears, grinding her hips into the sheets.