The Miner My Bloody Valentine Novels & Stories

The bitter reality slid down my throat like glass, and my heart bled for it. I forced my body to stand, every muscle aching, every movement slow and humiliating. Valen didn’t lift a finger to help me, didn’t even flinch. He just stared, eyes blank, as if I were some stranger interrupting his evening. My foot slipped halfway up and I grabbed the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood. Tears stung as they streamed. My voice cracked, but my words came sharp. “Thanks for showing me your colors, Valen. Thanks for stabbing me when all I did was love you.”

I sneered before grabbing my bag from the couch and storming out, my mind racing. It was when I was finally downstairs, I realized that I was in an entirely different state with no way home, “Fuck!” This was exactly why I hated Valentine's day. I didn't get cheated on this time, no, instead I was used by my fucking boss. I bet he sent his friends pictures and updates of me. Those times I thought he was talking to his company, it was his friends. A fucking bet!! Ughh I stood outside the hotel, trying to ignore my anger but it was impossible.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

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…

Valerie defended, attempting to push him off but failed. "I had to be gentle with her. Couldn't scare her on our first day, you know?" His hand traveled under her blouse, caressing her bare skin, "Crystal is too innocent. But you..." The bra snapped as he unhooked it, "You are a place I can unleash my demons while you take it so well like the whore you are." He grinned. Valerie's face turned red with fury, "Fuck you." "Exactly my point," He spun her around and made her bend over in front of him.

The assassin had come. Valentine. Chaos erupted. And through the storm, I smiled. Because hell was just beginning.

Ava stiffened, but Damien stepped forward, protective, “No. We didn’t steal anything, she was never yours to claim.” Valentina laughed bitterly, her hands spreading in mock surrender. “Never mine? I found her bleeding on a roadside, broken and abandoned. Where were you then, Roth? Drowning in your wealth? She was dying, and I gave her life. I gave her a name when she had none. Valerie is mine because I made her.” Selena flinched at the name—Valerie. It was fading already, crumbling at the edges, but Valentina’s voice wrapped around it like chains.

"Make me your slut, Valentina. Punish me for manipulating your father. Punish me for being a gold digger. Do to me what your old man is unable to do. I want to feel how a real De-Lore fucks.” I looked down at the hard length in my hand, and I saw it. A single drop of clear pre-cum slid out of the tip of her cock, glistening in the dim light. Valentina’s breathing became heavy. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. "Queen..." she groaned. I could hear her voice breaking. "Please," I sobbed, taking the head of her cock in my hand and rubbing it against my stomach. "I need it. Please... I need you."

Cum overflowed, running down her thighs in thick creamy rivers and dripping onto the floor as the train continued its journey through the snow. Damien stayed buried deep inside her, breathing hard against her neck, cock still twitching. “You’re mine now, ballerina,” he whispered darkly, possessively. “Every performance from tonight onward… you’ll dance with my cum still leaking down your thighs. Every pirouette… every leap… you’ll feel me inside you.” Valentina hung limp in the ropes, trembling, leaking, utterly destroyed and completely claimed. “Yes…” she whispered hoarsely, voice filled with dark, blissful surrender. “I’m yours.”

Heartbroken. Then he looked at my belly. “Our daughter deserves better than a world of endless night.” He vanished in a pillar of golden flame that seared my retinas. When I could see again, the crypt was empty except for ash and silence. Valerian lay on the floor, chest torn open, black blood pooling beneath him. I fell to my knees beside him. “No,no,no,Valerian, stay with me!” He smiled through bloodied lips. “Still… so bossy… my sun.”