The Miner My Bloody Valentine Novels & Stories

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

Chiara Moretti “You think so highly of yourself, what made you think I would want to fuck a hideous person like you!” I spat The cold metal of the lighter was finally lifted from my violently beating chest, and for a fraction of a second, I thought he was going to step back and give me room to breathe. He didn't. Leonardo slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his suit, “Never say never Viviana Marino, you will one day beg me to fuck you and I will.” I was too stunned to speak.

He didn’t dodge. He took the slap full on, his cheek turning bright red. "Let me put it in simpler terms. You chose to cheat and betray me. When we got married, you swore you’d love me for life. You told me I’d suffered enough growing up in an orphanage and that you’d protect me from now on, but you caused me even more suffering. Henry, I will never be the foolish Zoe who believed in you again. "Don’t come back. If you do, I’ll call the cops."

Her spit was still drying on my dick, but now my old man was going down there to claim her. Driven by pure, reckless anger, I snuck down the steps, keeping entirely to the shadows. The laundry room door was cracked open, a sliver of bright fluorescent light cutting into the dark hallway. I peeked through the gap, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. Valerie was pinned against the vibrating washing machine. Her red minidress was pushed up to her waist, and my father was behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.

The caption read, "Love can overcome any hardship and face any challenge." One person commented, "A woman that beautiful is standing right in front of you, yet you can hold back? Dude, are you sure you're straight?" Another commenter chimed in. "Yeah! If someone like her was willing to come keep me company in the middle of the night, it wouldn't end with just her putting ointment on me." Derek replied with a smug emoji and said, "What's the rush? She'll be mine sooner or later!" … When the ambulance arrived, the medical staff lifted me onto a stretcher.

he said, his tone dripping with malice. "I know who you are," I replied, my voice tight with anger. "It's hard to forget the voice of the monster who torments my sleep." Valentine seemed unhappy with my tone and hissed at me. "Mind the way you talk to me, whore!" I wasn't in the mood for this conversation, and I made that clear. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "I hear that you have Dante wrapped around your fingers, cupcake," Valentine said.

“I would take a bullet for you. I’d go to hell and back just to save you… just to see that pretty face of yours smile—even if only for a moment.” “I care about you… I love you. But you? You never loved me back. To you, I’m just another obstacle—another enemy to get rid of, always games, always tricks to gain the upper hand.” “Well, guess what, Valentina? I’m done playing nice. If you don’t want me, then so be it. I’m not like my father, driving himself to ruin. I can find another woman if I want. I’m not undervalued at the market—I can have anyone.”

Down in the dark clearing, the heavy steel door of the valve house opened with a sharp hiss of pneumatic pressure, throwing a long, bright wedge of yellow light across the wet river stones. Valen stepped out onto the iron platform with a small, coarse cloth sack held loosely in his large hand. He didn't bother to walk down the concrete steps to deliver it. He simply tossed the sack over the edge of the railing with a flick of his wrist. It tumbled through the cold air, landing with a soft, muddy thud in the gravel right between Lucian’s ruined leather shoes. "Your dividend for the day, Blackwood," Valen called out, his deep voice carrying a heavy weight through the mountain wind. "Share it e

My blood turned to ice. He smiled at the reaction. “Oh right." He chuckled before reaching to one of his wine bottles and pouring some on his glass. "You're Valerie Damer here. A struggling student with a broken heart. I must say, you’ve played your role well. Almost fooled me." My fingers curled into fists. “Get to the point.”