Where Was My Bloody Valentine Filmed Novels & Stories

More lights flick on, the room is huge, with a fireplace at one end and a king size bed at the other. A sofa and chairs are clustered into a sitting area near one of the windows. The space is masculine and sophisticated, and decorated entirely in shades of gray and black. Black like his heart I guess.... Valen heads straight for the bed. “Valen what the fuck? Am not even supposed to be here”I say... “Quiet.”He says Soon he plops us down the white thick duvet and settles his big heavy body over mine and then he pins my wrists over my head and takes my mouth in a crashing and mouth deafening long kiss..

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.

Elvis looked up at me, his jaw tight with unsaid emotions. “How did it happen?” he asked. I nodded and explained. “It was a local gang shootout. We don’t know who started it. But when I got there…” My throat felt dry for a second while looking at Valerie’s lonely figure, and the slight tremble in her shoulders. “He was already injured. He was shot in the side, and he was bleeding out. I tried to..” I paused. “But it was too late.” Just then, Valerie looked at me. She finally looked at me. But her eyes didn’t hold sorrow or pain, but fury. Rage! She spoke in a sharp tone. “You were there, right? At the scene?”

Everyone including Luke and Robert hated Laura’s attitude but they can’t stand for Phoebe as the commercial is their priority now. Val came to the shooting spot after the meeting at two in the afternoon. She sensed that something is off and the atmosphere is somewhat tense. When cast and crew spotted Val they greeted her. Python and Jordan had guilty looks on their faces including Luke and Robert. Phoebe is nowhere to be seen. Val furrowed her eyebrows and searched for Phoebe and there she is at the corner checking the costumes for the next shoot. Val approached her and said “Hi Phoebe. What happened? Why is everyone eyeing at me weirdly?” asked Val and when Phoebe turned her face towards he

The stench of blood hits my nose as Jai slams into me from behind at my abrupt stop. My heart thuds violently as I stare at the scene before me. It’s right out of a horror movie. Blood covers the floor and the bedsheets. A sign of a scuffle is obvious from the mess and the way the bedding is dragged off and covered in blood and right in the middle of the room is none other than Valerie. She’s face down on the floor, lying in a huge pool of blood. The back of her blond hair is a bloody bludgeoned mess and beside her, a hammer is on the floor, covered in blood…

Val was quite comfortable with the path she currently ventured in her life right now. She had the best of apartments in a five star residential construct, the best job- being both her ex's and his lover's boss. She was currently living quite 'the' life. Bob had Valerie move from Mission district where she previously lived in a motel. She now stayed in a condo in Pacific heights, which was closer to Union street where Citadel's stood just ten minutes from her place.

Later that afternoon, while we were tying up loose ends, Valentino’s message came through. A video. The thumbnail showed Valerie’s face, head thrown back in pleasure. I hit play before I could think. Vincenzo leaned in close on the couch beside me. The camera was shaky, handheld—Valentino filming while he fucked her raw right there on the picnic blanket. Sunlight dappled her skin. She was on all fours, dress bunched at her waist, no panties. Just bare out there in the open. Of course we knew he had paid for the entire place for some privacy.

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

“What the hell are you talking about? I still don’t know or recall who you are and you’re saying I’m your future wife? I’m only 18 and if you were that close to me, how come I don’t remember you?!” Valentine smiled and took a step forward towards me. He looked straight into my eyes as I got hypnotised. “Because of this, My Love. You were taken away from me.” And suddenly, the destination around us changed. We were in a secluded forest now. The one I could recall perfectly.