100 Novel(s) Related To Bloody Sweet

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

it was more delicious,it tasted sweeter than the most sweetest wine. That's when her scent wafted his nostrils,the scent of the one woman who made him go crazy whenever he thinks about her."his mate" That's was when he realized that he was sucking his mate's blood."what the fuck was he doing?"he thought.he tried to let go of her but he couldn't.her blood tasted very sweet,it was too good to let go of.he couldn't get enough of her blood. On the other hand, Mariana was already feeling dizzy because she had lost so much blood,she thought he would just drink a little and let her go. Who would have thought that he wanted to drink her entire blood?

He places my mouth over the open wound. I somehow know I need to taste his blood. My tongue slides over the cut and I wrap my lips around it. Sucking and laving up the metallic taste. His hand stroking the back of my neck. He moans in my ear "That's it love, take what you need" The taste of his blood turns sweet and bold, no longer metallic. It tastes like the sweetest wine to ever pass my lips. Gliding down my throat, spreading warmth back through my body.

I leak all over her foot. Without hesitation, she undresses me. Naked now, she cuts a thin line across my chest. Blood rises. She licks it slowly, eyes closed as if savoring something sacred. Afterward, she slices her palm and holds it to my lips. Her blood tastes sweet and wrong. It makes my head spin.

I bent down and his alluring scent passed through my nose, making Lila stand up. “Mate” she said and before I knew it, my canine was down his throat. I could feel him shaking, but I didn’t stop. His blood was kind of sweet. It almost tasted like how he smelled. Like pine and a hint of orange. I didn’t want to stop drinking it but suddenly the taste changed. I can no longer taste his sweet blood, instead a bland metallic taste of blood mixed with silver and another taste I couldn’t recognise, but I have a feeling it is vampire venom.

I ask him as I wipe my blood from his mouth. He licks the remaining drops of blood from my neck before he answers me, “It felt amazing. You taste so sweet, like nectar of the moon goddess. Your blood does not taste like normal blood, it is tastes sweeter and I could feel the power moving through your blood.” I look at him and I do not know what to say.

His demon wanted her so much it hurts. She did not smell like the real mistress, Leticia. To everyone else, she would. She would smell like too-strong floral fragrance mixed with the thick slime of a horrendous wound—evidence of her rotting heart and evilness in her veins. But to him... oh, to him... to James. He breathed again, unable to halt himself. Mistake. God. She smells so delicious. The sweetness, thicker now, almost palpable, clouded his mind. Must. Taste her blood. His fangs and gums certainly ached with the desire to savor her. Must taste her blood.

she screamed, her body instantly cooling down. All her fight slowly died out. But I kept drinking. Maybe I should have stopped. But the more I filled myself with her blood, the taste changed. It didn't just taste metallic like regular blood. It became sweet. Better than anything I had ever tasted. Every drop had something distinct to it. And as I focused more, I felt more. My senses grew wild. I felt myself growing intoxicated by her blood and I couldn't understand. Everything reeled. And like a flash dream, I saw something.

he ordered. I took the glass from him and sniffed it. To me, blood used to have an iron-like scent and nothing else. Now, I could smell something sweet, delicate, and even flowery. I knew that it was the blood of a woman in her early twenties. How the hell did I know that? And, more importantly, how did Sariel get a young woman's blood in his safe?! I looked at him with question marks in my eyes. He snorted. "Don't worry too much. It's from the blood bank. It's A+. Just give it a try." He shrugged, urging me to take a sip.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Waking up with an hangover was probably the worst thing to happen to anyone in the world. What kind of spirits exactly do they use in the production of alcohol? Why in the world could something so sweet and bubbly be just as deadly? I let out a sharp breath and groaned loudly as I woke up. My head felt like someone was playing on it- like it was a conga drum, my forehead felt just about ready to split open, and my tongue tasted like I had washed and rinsed it with soapy water.

“Why is everything here tasting like shit???” “Jesus christ,” Victor muttered, his panic growing. “Seriously?” He handed me another bag. I stared between him and his outstretched arm. “Let me guess, angel blood?” I mocked. “AB- negative,” Victor muttered. “Basically vampire Ambrosia.” I contemplated for a second, before biting into the bag. I spat everything out. “Ohh come on!” Victor yelled, running a hand through his hair, his chest heaving. “There is no way on god’s damned earth that one tasted like shit too.”

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱɪx + •*. 』 ZAYNE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Kayley's blood wasn't working for him anymore. He didn't want it, the taste he felt was almost equivalent to tar. But her blood was the same as before. He wasn't picky on what type he liked but he had favorites from time to time.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

It should be entirely unappetizing, something instinctively ignored. But cutting straight through that natural foulness was an underlying sweetness so potent, so impossibly rich, that it was intoxicating. It defied all logic. If her dead blood was sweet enough to drive an ancient vampire to mindless treason... what would the living blood in her veins do? Nyx’s eyes flashed. No ordinary human possessed a scent like that. It was a biological anomaly, something beyond nature. She forced herself onto her knees, ignoring the sharp pain in her skull, and bowed until her forehead touched the ground.

I'm not sure why my eyes spontaneously closed when I realized his blood was flowing deep within me. What is it about this creature that makes me so obsessed with the taste and smell of his blood? He isn't the first person I've tasted, but he's the most distinct and sweet to my taste. I want more! I'd like to drink more. To me, every sip of his blood felt like an addiction. Your blood is so delectable! I felt his slow and heavy breath hit my back for a few more seconds because I hugged him while my sharp fangs buried in his neck. I was about to finish him just in case there was anything left, when I heard the door open loudly and the sound of plates and glasses falling.

With a small smile on my face, I replied with a puppy dog eye emoji. I wouldn't say Blanco was fully my friend, but he's really been a vibe for the boring and tiresome days. Always with the positive energy. Just like Flare. I winced at the thought my subconscious was putting up. A ding from my phone reverted my attention. It was Blanco sending me a crying emoji. How dramatic can this guy be? I decide to reply with a text that read: Looks like I'd be seeing you there. I'm taking their entrance exam in a week's time. I really do wish you luck.

"How do you know her username is Sweetest Bunny on the adult site?" Fuck! No, I'm the one fucked. I fucking fucked up…

she couldn't even form a sentence and passed out. Bohden licked the blood stains on her neck, he then slowly laid down with her, he made sure that she was sleeping peacefully on top of him. He licked his lips thinking of what he just did, he promised this wasn't how he wanted it to happen, this isn't it at all. But then he couldn't help it, he couldn't hold it in either. He had never tasted such a sweet blood before, the taste of it was too divine and slightly cold as it transferred to his veins and then all over his system. He could feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he relished the last drops of it in his mouth, "Mmmm" he groaned, feeling aroused.

Sweet said cut Blood cut him off before rush up stairs. "T-thank you." Blood said that Sweet stunned a little. Bitter smirked as he watch Blood run up stairs, he looked at his twin brother Sweet who looked shock. "That!" Sweet said and pointed at Blood and looked t Bitter. "Did he just thank me for saving that motherf*cker? Ha! for so many years that we've been friends---he is making me feel that I want to kill him, damn it. To all the thing I did, this is one time he thank me ha." Sweet said as he stood up mumbling this things as he walks away shaking his head.

160 Her grip tightened on my shirt as I shifted forward, allowing her blood a place to escape. I couldn't stop the purr resonating from my chest as her blood first hit my tongue, nor the hum of pleasure that races through one's body when taking from a live host. 90 B negative was famously known for its sweetness, but hers held something else with it. 162 It was perfectly sweet, but it was almost tart as well. 296 Needless to say, it was amazing. 12 Killing her now would be a waste of good blood. 212 I held her tighter, trying to hold her still as she involuntarily began to squirm away from the pain, her cries of agony sounding here and there.