My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

"I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me." Startled and frustrated, she answered me. "So now I can't even quench my thirst? How do I know blood will come out from here?" She held my hands and pulled me into a hug. "I don't want this adventure anymore. Irene, I want to go back. I can't-" And she started sobbing. I could feel her state. However, I failed to comfort her as we all were quivering. I could just calm her by patting her back.

DON JULIO The smell of blood was thick in the air briskly, metallic, suffocating. The last echo of gunfire had faded, but the chaos still fire my thoughts. It was freaking unexpected. I had had enough already and I swore to myself as I watched Valentina go down that when I find whoever is doing this, I would erase the names of his whole family from the earth. “ Valentina’s down! ” someone cried. My heart sank. I turned around immediately. Valentina was lying lifeless on the ground and Sarian was beside her, shaking her and begging her to wake up. Her dress and hands covered in Valentina's blood.

I switch off the TV, clutching the spoon hard, I fucking knew it, I saw it all along, this is Dante’s doing, but honestly, he has gone too far, Hunter, who was never interested in Dante’s life before will now be hell-bent on ruining him and trust me, no one crosses Hunter Foyer when he’s at his worst and gets away with it. Lucy might not be a good person but at least she was human like us, no one should be allowed to go through such torture. The least I can do for her is show her my respect at her funeral. Hurriedly, I bring out my phone and text my gamma, beta and chief warrior to meet me outside. Irene is still in shock which is why I move over to her and grab her hands warmly. “She’s dead

I had tried to keep Mom out of conversations usually because every time I said the mentioned about him, his face would go solemn. "Hi, I’m Bryan, Valerie's father. It's nice to meet you." Dad said giving away his hand for a shake. A blush crept on her face as she shook dad's hand. It was really amazing to see it, how strong, independent women like her blushed. As I looked at my dad I could see him looking at her with a very small bit of slight taint of redness on his cheeks. As they stood there I somehow felt like a third wheel until a burning smell invaded my nostrils. Burning!! something was burning.

These questions flowed through her mind as he rendered her half-naked before everyone. By half-naked, it was simply her panties and the loose pieces of the dress that concealed some of the skin. He went ahead to pull off the wig and trampled on it with so much hatred. Valentine couldn't take it anymore. She took advantage of the brief distraction and scurried down the hallways, sobbing loudly without bothering to look at where she was headed. With Valentine gone, Eric simply turned his anger to people and things around him. The emotions controlling him were beyond comprehension. They were stronger than he could handle. Deeper than he could mask.

My eyes trail up to its owner, and my breath catches. “What are you doing?” My voice is raspy, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to break the heavy silence. He doesn’t flinch, his expression calm and maddeningly unreadable. “Trying to feed you,” Valentine says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shifts closer, lowering his arm. “Drink.” The scent of his blood fills the air, intoxicating and irresistible...like cinnamon. I feel my hunger clawing at me, demanding I obey, but I push myself away, pressing my back against the headboard.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Stay back,” she said, and I watched as she opened the door. The iron door slid up silently; the men were concentrating on opening the door, so they were not by her room door. I watched from the camera as they both stepped outside. The men turned around from the sound of the wooden door opening, and before they could say jack, both mother and son shot them down. It was a really bloody scene, bullets flying everywhere. I breathed out; maybe Valeria is not who I thought she was. Her brows furrowed, her eyes blazing with fire. She is more dangerous than I thought. But why does that turn me on?

21st January, 1999 New York First lady Samantha Rawlings "Sam" my mother whispered, handing me a cup of coffee. I slowly took a sip, staring at the window as the rain poured down in torrents. Its like it came with a purpose, like it was trying to wash away everything that was not meant to happen. It was a steady crescendo, drowning out every of my thoughts as i cradled the cup of coffee closer, taking warmth from its soothing embrace.

You know it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m at home with Erika, so you must be trying to annoy me, right? Tears filled my eyes. It looked like he was not coming to save me. Harry’s impatient voice rang out again. “Are you going to sell those flowers or not? If I lose money because of you, I’ll leak your photos!” I was so scared that I almost cried, but I managed to say, “Don’t…” When they heard my voice, everyone burst out laughing in my earpiece. “No wonder she doesn’t like to talk. She sounds like a duck!” I slowly walked forward and saw a kind-looking woman. I showed her the flower basket, but I was too nervous to say anything.

she said with evil laughter. Valerie's eyes welled up with tears. She is crying now. She knows that Raphael would never let Irina to torture her again. But there might be times when he might not be able to reach her on time. Times like this, when Irina caught her off guard. Then what? 'Is it what my fate has in store for me? To become the slave of this evil woman for as long as I live?" Valerie thought sadly. Irina smirked. She finished what she came to do. So she left without another word, leaving Valerie shaking with fear.