Bleeding Through This Is Love This Is Murderous Novels & Stories

She wanted to use her baby as leverage for Cody to let her go. But what Luna didn't realize was that Cody had already descended into madness. When he heard the word "baby", he immediately plunged the knife into her chest, and blood squirted everywhere. Luna went from wailing frantically to begging for help in a whisper. And finally, her head rolled to the side, and she completely stopped breathing. Cody was drenched in Luna's blood. She was clearly dead, but he continued to stab her again and again, as if he were a mindless robot.

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze

He murmured again. “I love you too,” she replied tearfully, fingers skillfully fumble beneath the pillow, looking for a gun. The cold, lethal weapon touched her hand. Before he could move an inch she lifts the gun into his heart and pulls the trigger. Bang! Bang! Blood oozes from the grievous wound on his chest, it trickles down to the bed, staining the pristine white sheets with his own blood. Eyes wide, he stared at her, pain and betrayal shone in them like crystalline ocean.

His lips are gentle, then hungry, like he can feel the storm inside me but doesn’t understand it. His hands trace my skin. I close my eyes. “I love you,” he murmurs. I swallow the ache in my throat. “Don’t say that,” I whisper. “Why not?” “Because you’ll make this harder.” His eyes flicker open, confused. “What do you mean?” I press my lips to his neck, my hand sliding beneath the cloak I never took off. The blade is small. The handle, smooth. Coated in yellow wolfbane—deadly, fast, irreversible.

he smirked, pointing the knife he was holding in my direction as he cut through my skin. “Fuck!” I yelled as blood spilled on the wall, as it dripped on the toilet sink. Am I really going to die because of love?

Cullen said still laughing as he pulled out of Rain and then pushed back in again…her thighs shook from pleasure and sweat mingled between their bodies. “I am,” it came out more as a moan, she pulled him closer and kissed his lips deeply. Fucking cherries! He always tasted like them. “Then why did you kill me?” “What?” Rain blinked and looked up, in a split second that beautiful skin became dull…pale and looked so scary and his eyes…God his eyes looked glazed over, empty. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time it wasn’t sweat from his body, he wasn’t even warm, he was so cold, so damn cold and his body was so heavy…his weight crushed her.

Teya asked, gulping at the idea. “I’ve seen several vampires killed, but personally, I just prefer to sting them a little with this new stun gun Ross created. The gun is powerful enough to knock any vampire out. They’re killed by fire, but their heart must be extracted from the body first. Then they turn to ash. The legends were right about that,” he replied. Teya’s mind began to envision Ken burning, and her heart skipped a beat. “It’s a dangerous job. We’ve lost many just trying to capture one,” Markees said, rambling on about his accomplishments and losses while they waited for their food. A few minutes later the waitress brought them their order.

my mind said and then I smirked, I didn't know what emotion I should feel. Anger! Pain! Loneliness! Too many mixtures of feeling. I hated it. I continued walking, I kept looking at every corner of the place and saw nothing. "I guess my love escaped again this time," I muttered as the sound of hissing air was all over the place. “ Urgh, just this time Clench, I'm going to kill you for sure next time! ” I muttered, ambling, and being sure to treat my wound when I get home.

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

Fear stilled down my spine when his gaze darkened, filled with nothing but murderous intent toward me. “Go on, kill me. We all know daddy dearest doesn’t love you. And now what would he think if you become a murderer?” I whispered through clenched teeth and raspy half drawn breath, looking him dead in the eye. The heavy glob of spit trickling down his face to the floor. He increased the pressure on my neck, drawing me closer to death’s doorstep. And in that moment, in that slight tiny fracture of a second, I moaned. I fucking moaned. Full on, sultry, like one of those weird p**n videos.