My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

She immediately tore her hands away from mine. "Yeah, hello. H-hi hel-lo." I stared at her in question. My brow lifting and arching on its own Accord. She immediately blushed, her dull eyes downcast. "Did you need something Virginia, I'm in a hurry." Impatience laced my words even though I wished I was acting more patient with her. She obviously didn't like this situation, I couldn't agree more. "Yeah, you dropped this." She held out what looked to be my phone. I frowned.

" Irene ,Irene !!!" "Doctor please what is wrong with my daughter?" enquired Irene's mom" I'm sorry but she lost the fight ." "No !!!,my daughter can't die ,she can't leave me ,she will never .I want to see my daughter please ." " Miss I understand how you are feeling but please calm down ." " Honey where is Irene ? Why are you crying ?" " She is gone ,my baby is gone ." " Calm down crying will not solve the problem." " Doctor please can we go and see the body ?" "Sure ." My baby's lips were pale ,her eyelids were red and she was so stiff ,where was my baby who always liked hopping from one place to the other . We're we such bad parents that God did not wait for us to say goodbye ?

"Irina, wait two minutes and then send him in." (“la naiba” or “la dracu” literally means the devil, but in Romanian is a common curse, something between “damn” and “fuck”, the closest idiom would be “to hell with it” or “goddammit”) The blinds close when Paul presses a button on a little remote control. When the light in the room dims, all of the colors around me become more vibrant. His black hair gleams in a manner I've never seen before. There's a speck of green in his right pupil, a quirk befitting the main character of a romance novel.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

I saw a beautiful with fair skin and her face covered in black veil, and she repeated the same words. Before I can run away from her...she has taken over my body, That evil spirit is Emily Evergreen. Her soul won’t. rest until she got revenge on her husband name Adam Jacks blame her for killing her children for witchcraft, which wasn’t true. It was Adams who sacrificed them for wealth. Please help me get justice for this woman so that her soul can rest in perfect peace. If you have found my diary that’s my means am dead. … the end of the flashback...

Everything felt so distant, so empty. Earlier, Eirene had thought that nothing could hurt more than hearing the Ravenor family speak as if her life only had value when she donated her blood. She thought nothing could be worse than realising that Bradley had stayed by her side only for the benefits she could offer. But there was something worse: even the supreme ruler of the Velmora Pack wanted her only for her blood. Something in Eirene’s chest felt as if it had cracked. But before she could dwell on that feeling for too long, she heard Yoren speak, his voice flat and calm.

Irene stopped and slowly turned, but she did not dignify it with an answer. Ares had already reopened his book. The bastard did not even look at her. “Good night, Lady Valcieri.” She made it back to her room with what little dignity remained. Mr. Mustard was asleep, and she stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips. Irene climbed into bed and turned off the lamp. Then she lay there, wide awake and furious. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Ares’s voice returned in her head. Touch yourself.

Even after leaving to come to Russia with Romero, I still couldn’t walk around without the wigs, let’s just say it was the effect of the trauma. “Being his whore is better than dumping him and leaving him for dead” Valerie snapped before placing her two hands in front of her like she wanted to pray, “please stay away from zayn, allow him to continue being the boss and just get the fuck out of his life” and without saying anything again, she turned on the ignition again and drove off. Her hand was also dripping with blood and I suspected it was from the gun fight but it was not in my place to worry about her right? She was a well trained woman and I was just sitting at the back of the car loo

Taking a sip, I dial his number again, I’m directed to voice mail. Fuck! The door bell rings, followed immediately by an urgent rap on the door. “Ivan?” The name comes out as a slur, my spine straightening, “He knows the code.” Even so, I run to the door, stumbling a few times I run, it doesn’t matter, he’s come back to me, he’s here now, everything is fine again. The door swings open and it’s a drunk Serene. She giggles. “Izzy Valentine! My favorite Valentine!!” she throws her arms around me, both of us stumble backward.