The Miner My Bloody Valentine Novels & Stories

Her eyes began to fade when a figure emerged, and everyone shifted back and bowed their heads. He could hardly get a clear sight of what the person who entered looked like. The person walked through the chaos and rows of lifeless bodies like it meant nothing to him, his dark aura parting the haze. He stopped before him, tilted his chin up with a single finger, and looked into his weakening eyes. "This one, he is mine.” Valen stretched out his eyes and immediately fell to the ground unconscious.

“Like what you see, little mate?” I nodded a little too excitedly. “Yes. I want you.” Darian chuckled from the sofa behind me, his voice low and satisfied. “Told you he wasn’t innocent.” He leaned forward and brushed my hair back from my face, his fingers gentle. “You’re going to feel so good, Raven. Valen’s going to take care of you.” Valen dropped to his knees between my spread legs. His hands slid up my thighs, firm and warm, keeping me open for him. He stared down at my pussy like he couldn’t look away. “You’re dripping,” he said, almost to himself. “So fucking wet for us.”

he whispered, eyes locking with mine, “I want to spend the rest of my life proving that love can be gentle and safe.” The world blurred. Lights. Stars. Everything melted into nothing but him. “Marry me,” he said simply. His voice softened into something that wrapped around my soul. “Just choose me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life choosing you back.” The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was sacred. The kind of silence where entire lifetimes are decided. And in that moment, every version of myself flashed before my eyes. The girl who cried alone in the dark. The mother who fought the world with bare hands.

Every resident here has to plant a tree for the cleaner air they promised. “Of course. That’s the least of what people pay for.” she takes another sip of water, but I see her doing the calculations in her head. I glance at the hallway, still no sign of Ivan. The kiss pops into my head and it strengthens my resolve. “How has work been?” Her brows furrow, and she looks up, and then about. Uh oh. “Where’s your husband, Mr. Valentine?” “He’s somewhere around, do you want an autograph or something? For your i***a, I hear the Valentine auto graph costs about five hundred thousand these days.”

I say, crossing my arms, but he only smiles sadly and shakes his head. “She was a kindergarten teacher when I met her and had her little boy with her at a service station while I was filling up my bike. We got to talking while she was paying, and she got a papercut taking her receipt from the teller, but the minute I caught the scent of her blood, I knew she was mine.” The wistful, faraway look in Valentine’s eyes catches me off guard, and I decide not to give him a cocky answer and wait for him to continue.

“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

nothing remained. Relying on the effects of alcohol, he barely fell asleep. And he dreamed. "You tend to become cute when you lie." Valentine said in a voice tinged with laughter as he pinched Eugene's cheek. His blue eyes were filled with mirth. This was the day he had taken a bullet for Eugene. "Sex?" Valentine asked with hot eyes, removing the smile from his face. He pressed his groin against Eugene's body, pushing him toward the bed. "Finally?"

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

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

“Tonight I’m going to fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days. No more pretending I don't want to fuck this pretty little cunt of yours?” My heart slams against my ribs. “He’ll kill you. He’ll kill all of you.” “Let him try.” Valiente’s other hand slides up my thigh, pushing the ruined dress higher. “I’ve waited months to bury myself inside you. Months of watching you smile at customers in that fucking flower shop, months of knowing my uncle was going to parade you around like a trophy. I’m done waiting.” He kisses me again, brutal this time, teeth clashing, tongue demanding. I whimper into his mouth, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but he just pins my wrists above my head with one hand.