The Miner My Bloody Valentine Mga Nobela at Kwento

I peep to see her lying on the floor soaked in a pool of blood. The sight of her blood angered me. I dash inside without thinking. Brian followed since he had no choice. I was shocked when I saw Rosie. There was some other lady with her. “Look who we have here? The lover boy. Are you here to save your lost princess?” She laughed. “How fun it was playing with you two. Oh my bad! No introduction. I am Valentine. That name should ring a bell right?” Valentine? My eyes widened when I realized. The only Valentine I have heard of is Andrea's friend. I looked over to Andrea and she nodded weakly.

His gaze wandered elsewhere, refusing to hold my flaming one. “Since when?” Both of my brows shot up. I shoved my phone into the front pocket of my jeans. Valen stayed suspiciously silent, realizing that I was furious. “Have you been hacking my stuff?” “I only did it this one time because you announced to the whole fucking world that you were single, which would give men the hope that they could have you, which is not possible.” He growled at me, sending daggers from his stormy emerald orbs. “Men like unattainable women. It’s a challenge and we love to hunt and chase until we get the prize.” His tenor went up an octave. “You are MINE!”

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

It was a rough, unpolished diamond, its outer layer still dark and dull. "I thought you looked down on this stone, Millia. Why are you still carrying it after all these years?" Ivan asked, his voice sharp. "You're really going all out to get my attention, aren't you? Let me be clear. I'll never get back together with you. Take the money and just leave. Stop playing games." He actually believed I had broken up with him just because of that Valentine's Day gift.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Her rosy scent drive me wild as it fills my nostrils encouraging me to nibble and squashing her melons. Oh God!. I rasped as we fell on the mattress. Hungrily, I sucked one of her melons , extracting every bit of pleasure as her moans filled the room. She arched her body, egging me on. Just as I was about to begin the grand finale of our heated passion, my phone buzzed. "Damn"! I cussed as I quickly jumped off of her body to get my phone. I gasped when I saw who the caller is - my boss. Frantically, I paced the room as I answered.

“What is this about? Is this about what happened yesterday?” “You are sick! Why are you even acting as if you’re the innocent one here?” I told him, and he still has the audacity to look confused. “I’m telling…” He was about to start talking, but I cut him right before he could even spit some words that might change my mind. “I saw the list.” I spat, and just as I thought, Valentine’s eyes popped. “How to destroy a f***boy huh!” “F***! F****! F****!” Valentine began yelling as he ultimately realizes why am I acting like a woman on her period. “It’s a mistake. This is a mistake.”

He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.” Vivian’s energy was failing her. Her consciousness was flitting in and out from her whenever it pleased. Sometimes, she would fall into a deep sleep, then she would awaken all of a sudden at some point. In her blurry stupor, he helped her up from the bed and forced a large bowl of glucose water down her throat. She also heard him speaking into her ear through gritted teeth, “Get up, Vivian. I’m setting you and Liam free. I’ll let you live happily ever after as long as you get up!”

If for no other reason, she deserved everything they did to her because of that alone. “Can you truly walk away from the nasty little slut that’s emerging from you?” Holly asked. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be double penetrated? Triple penetrated? Gangbanged? To be made to beg and grovel before strangers? Damien’s shared some of his future plans for you with me, and I must say, even I blushed at the thought of what he’s going to make you do.” Valerie glanced back at Damien, who simply sat there smiling at her. “And will you finally fuck me?” she asked, wanting more than anything the one thing he had yet to give to her—his cock in her pussy.