Where Was My Bloody Valentine Filmed Novels & Stories

She said to me, and all I did was smile at her. Sometimes I really admire her and want to award her a gold medal for her acting skills, because she was as pretentious as me. But too bad she was not as perfect or smart as me. Others might not have noticed what has happened now, but I clearly did. Valentina had been traumatized by something relating to blood. That was why she was afraid after the red wine spilled. Though when did that happen? I saw her like three weeks ago, other than today, during the celebration of a hit movie, where I was cast as the second female lead.

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.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

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.

With that, the young man picked up his headphones, kicked up a football lying few miles away from the door, and he was out of the house. Steadying her breath, Valentine found herself a good seat and screamed loudly into the air. As if having a dickhead of a husband wasn't enough, she's got a son who wouldn't waste anytime to tell her to fuck off. Her phone began to ring suddenly, and she lurched forward, grabbing it with unnecessary force. Thankfully, it was someone she was expecting. "Where are you right now? We need to see. Yes. I've been framed up." ******SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK******