Novel & Cerita My Bloody Valentine Irene

"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…

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

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...

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.

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…”

“I think you have your wires crossed, little sister. I was never in your way. I paved the way for you.” “Oh please!” Harlyn growled. “You were nothing but a speed bump on to greener pastures for mum and daddy! They didn’t need you! Any loser little human could have done what you did! The only reason they even kept you around was because of your blood! Now you are nowhere near as special as you once were! You’re nothing! You’ll always be nothing!” Harlyn flitted forward, backhanding Valene with such force, she stumbled back. Valene grabbed her mouth, and the blood began to pour from her lip. The scent began to devour the area. Valene’s scent was still potent.

The two people who had not done it for a long time sighed at the same time. Their breathing and heartbeat were erratic, the air was disarrayed, and so was the atmosphere. The bright moonlight penetrated through the gaps of the curtains and shone on the two people in the room who were drenched in sweat. Everything was just right. A night of madness. Early the next morning, Eliza was awakened by the call. She picked up the phone on the bedside table in a daze, closed her eyes and pressed the answer button. "Mr. Valentine, I'm Irene, whom you've made an appointment with. Do you remember me? You praised me for my beauty last time."