The Miner My Bloody Valentine Novels & Stories

“Are you serious, dude?” Samuel was taken aback. He laughed nervously. “Nah, I’m just kidding… really. Don’t worry, I don’t want anything in return. It’s nice helping a man out, especially when his wife is getting all drunk and tipsy with another man.” Valentine kept silent all the time, feeling guilty. Her eyelids were becoming heavy and she wanted to sleep. Her head was resting on his side chest. She felt William move and watch him take out money from his pockets then hand it over to both of the bouncers.

Their quenching anger would soon spread to an all out flame that would consume everything should anyone lead any further hands-on attempt at Valentine again. Valentine then pulled his hand from Martin’s hold, in a forceful sense after which he massaged it to ease the minute pain that might’ve surfaced in those few seconds. “You are naive, May.” Valentine began. “And your heart is in the right place. But you must be down right stupid” He added. There were all at a loss for words as to what could have warranted they be awarded a speech.

Grayson enjoys getting a rise out of me and seeing my embarrassment whenever sex is involved. “Sex is the only real pleasure I receive in life,” He muses. He expected me to scoff, maybe roll my eyes, or even lecture him. I do neither. That statement made me feel sad for him, and he notices. For the first time since we met, he gets angry. His eyes flash a bone-chilling red. Not just his iris, but his entire eyeball bleeds crimson and glares into mine. “Don’t pity me, Valerie,” he growls.

"That you're the devil's accountant. That you can make anyone disappear—financially, professionally, sometimes literally. That crossing you is a death sentence." The description was accurate, unfortunately. And hearing it from her lips made me realize how I must have appeared to her—not as a man she'd shared something beautiful with, but as a threat to be avoided at all costs. "I would never hurt you." "Wouldn't you?" She looked at me with eyes full of pain. "You already did, Damien. You already broke me once. The morning after we were together, I woke up feeling like maybe I mattered to someone for the first time in my life. And then I found that money and realized I was just another transa

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

He bent his head to my hard nipples, taking them between his teeth, one after the other, nipping hard as he said, “You are MINE.’ I nodded helplessly and said, in a tortured whisper, “I want you, Lucien Delano! Please, please, let me come…’ “Ah, Woman.’ He growled, ’Just shut the f*ck up.’ But he was swinging his leg over me, mounting me and I breathed in longing and relief as he shoved his manhood into my core, making me raise my hips with a gasp, to accept him fully. He placed his hands on either side of my head as he bit my lower lip as I climaxed repeatedly, and then he growled, raising his head and sinking his teeth into my neck, as I cried out in exultation as I came in a rush, ‘Happy

But there’s just something about a dangerous, rugged man dressed in black jeans and leather that gets my bits throbbing like a heavy bass line. Christ. I need my head checked. “Another,” I ask, waving my tumbler to the bartender and watching her pour me a stiff mixture. Well, I can ignore them and pass out - that should work. “You should have taken that potion, you know,” I stiffen up when Valentine sidles up to me and orders a glass of bourbon, no ice. “Things would be so much easier for you.” I scoff. “You really want your friend to be miserable without a Fated, don’t you? Is it because you no longer have one?” The words fly out of my mouth and I blame it on the alcohol.

“Maverick, was I ever worth anything to you? Six years ago. Even today. Is that all I’ve ever been worth to you—money?” Valencia seethed, her voice and body trembling with pain. “Never have I shown interest in your money. Yet you’ve always used it to stab me.” Valencia wiped her tears before they could fall. Her eyes turned cold, and she declared fiercely, “Let me tell you—I’ll never donate my blood for that bitch. You can do whatever you want.” Valencia raised her head and stared directly into Maverick’s eyes, her gaze filled with hatred. “Do I look like a pushover to you? First, you forced me into this movie after humiliating me in front of the media. Next, I had to endure your shameless f

"If you liked flowers, you should have said so earlier. I could have cleared out an entire flower farm and buried you in a mountain of flowers." Eugene quietly looked up at the blond beauty with his menacing smile. The FBI. Derek. Luca Datero... The overwhelming presence of Valentine standing before him instantly crushed all the thoughts that had been tormenting Eugene for days. "...Hey," Valentine called with his characteristically calm, deep voice as he gripped Eugene's chin. He bent down. Their faces came very close. Blue eyes filled Eugene's entire vision. Eyes as coldly blue as the Antarctic glaciers floating in the sea.

he consoled her and tried to remember about any civil war in the continent he could remember to know how it ends but to his memory he can't remember any. Angelica asked, "Tell me your name and age too. Otherwise it won't be fair" she argued, making herself sound much more confident than she really was. Valentine chuckled at how brave she was even after going through all this, he thought maybe she had been through something like this before too or was prepared for such situations from before. "My name is Valentine Crimson and I am 22-year-old", he replied to her question. Now that things were a little calm, he looked at her closely before he was embarrassed because of being naked. She had hon