My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

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.

Behind them, Ruby's voice followed. Cruel. Spiteful. Relentless. “Traitor!” The word echoed through the courtyard. “Get out of my sight!” Another scream. “Don't ever come back!” Raven flinched so hard his entire body jerked. His fingers tightened around Irene's dress. Desperate. Panicked. As if he could somehow make himself disappear. “I’m here,” Irene whispered. She adjusted her hold. Careful. Protective. “I've got you.” He didn't answer.

"They sent me here for help, ma'am. I come from the estate, my child, Adelaide Valencia, the third daughter of Mr. Bahram Valencia and the late Mrs. Amaranta, recently married to Mr. Egil, is being secretly tortured. The master, who is currently traveling, is unaware of it. I fear for her life, Mrs. Irene." "Who told you that I could help young Valencia?" Of course, Irene already knew about her nephew's wedding and the flight of the original bride, and that Adelaide had replaced her sister in the engagement. The gossip had reached her ears from the household staff.

she expected his follow-up question and because she knows him so well, she covered his hand with hers to calm him down. “Do you know… Alpha Hunter?” she whispered and Seth’s brow shot up. “But he’s…” his wide eyes turned into slits. His jaw clenched and was about to glance back at their table but Irene held his face in place. She smiled sadly and shook her head. She exhaled. Explaining would make her cry. She excused herself first and went to the restroom to clear her mind. Why can’t she just have Seth as her mate? She was leaning on the sink when Yvette came in and locked the door. Irene looked at her.

"I'm not mad hun . Do what ? " Javier walked in closed the door and tried to let her go gently but she wouldn't let go she held on to him. "I can't. " Javier caught a glimpse of Iris's face on the mirror and took her arms from the back of his neck gently , but she looked away. " Would you look at me? Please. " Iris slowly lifted her head. She had a black eye and a blood stain on the side of her lip that seemed to be healing . "You have a crazy ex... Not just crazy she's obsessed. "

"Come to Jane 332 Avenue not too far from the estate, and take an elevator to the first floor, I'm in room 101. Please come quick," As she dialed Irene's number she felt cold steel on her neck. She turned around and was met with a pair of blue eyes. Words were unspoken, but she could still decipher what those shaky pairs of blue eyes meant. "I thought you were dead," she said softly, a tear rolling down her cheeks. "Now you know that I'm not," she replied and pulled the trigger. Valerie lay on the floor, eyes wide open as she took one last glance at the girl towering over her.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

The stench of blood hits my nose as Jai slams into me from behind at my abrupt stop. My heart thuds violently as I stare at the scene before me. It’s right out of a horror movie. Blood covers the floor and the bedsheets. A sign of a scuffle is obvious from the mess and the way the bedding is dragged off and covered in blood and right in the middle of the room is none other than Valerie. She’s face down on the floor, lying in a huge pool of blood. The back of her blond hair is a bloody bludgeoned mess and beside her, a hammer is on the floor, covered in blood…

I understand now when people say they see red because I want nothing but to rip that man in two! Breathing in a sigh, I walk over to her and get down on my knees in front of her, tilting her chin so she can face me. Her eyes are bloodshot, one of them is swollen and has the whites turned a dark purple, her lip is split open and she has a faded bruise on the side of her head. Anyone who touches a pure soul deserves a drawn-out death. “Valentine?” she whispers my name, and it's like ice against my burning rage. “W-what…”