My Bloody Valentine Irene 소설 & 이야기

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.

“I was married before.” I was married before… did Jose mean, he married Valerie? But when? How can? Why doesn't Valerie remember it at all? Suddenly Valerie felt hot liquid flow from her forehead into her eyes. She rubbed the liquid with her fingers and stared at it. The liquid was red, it was blood. Her head is bleeding. Realizing that Valerie felt her gaze begin to dizzy, her consciousness was fading away. Meanwhile Charlotte was standing with a gasping breath, staring at Valerie who was drooping with a part of her body crushed by the sofa that was upside down.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

Her eyes widened, darting between me and the blood-soaked floor. “But you see,” I continued, smiling faintly, “even after all I’ve done — this still isn’t enough. Because Caelen… he keeps saying the blood red colour I brought him for painting isn’t red enough. Not vibrant enough. Not beautiful enough.” I stood and smoothed my jacket, glancing over my shoulder at my men. “Bring me the blood of Diana Valentine,” I ordered, my voice calm. “Let’s see if hers is any brighter.” Caisen grinned faintly at that, his blade already spinning lazily between his fingers.

But it was also sweet. Valentine watched Eugene lick his blood with heated eyes. Eugene maintained eye contact as he raised his hand to stroke the bleeding shoulder. Though touching the bullet wound must have caused considerable pain, Valentine showed no signs of discomfort, simply watching what Eugene was doing. Eugene brought his blood-reddened fingers to his mouth and licked them. Still bitter, still sweet. Valentine, who had been quietly watching, took Eugene's fingers, put them in his own mouth, and licked them clean. Then he overlapped their lips. The kiss, filled with blood, was bitter and sweet.

" At that moment, the close-up camera swept across my legs. The vivid red spider lily tattoo stood out starkly against my pale skin, enlarged on the screen. It was seductive and shocking. Just as Calvin's fingers were about to touch me… Bang! A deafening explosion rang out. The hand reaching toward me burst apart in an instant, exploding into a cloud of blood. Warm blood splattered across my face. The entire hall fell deathly silent. Everyone stared in terror at the most mysterious VIP box on the second floor. Shattered bulletproof glass littered the floor.

She looked at me with kind eyes. “Beatrice Madden. Do you hereby swear, to your best knowledge, that you are Alexanders Hudson's mate?” The woman asked me. A breath left me. “Yes, I am the mate of Alexander Hudson.” I responded and pain sliced through me. The scar on my neck started burning but I couldn't speak or move. I focused on my breathing. Dark spots lined my vision. “Alexander Hudson. You have been lucky enough to have found your mate. Do you hereby swear, to you best knowledge, that Beatrice Madden is your blood mate?” She asked him and he proudly took a step forward, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Beatrice Madden is my one and only.” He responded and I frowned. He didn't even