Blood And Love Novels & Stories

“I am a mix of everything for you. All my emotions are like beads of a necklace arranged on a common string of love and wildness… so even my hatred will always have love to its core for you…” Both of us panted, catching our breaths as we peered at one another. He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I said. “Even when I am drenched in blood?” he tilted his head slightly. I nodded once. “Yes. Even when blood is all I can see on you, I think I’ll love you.” “This crimson color will stay with me forever. It’s not a color that can be washed off,” he said, gulping hard. I nodded.

Seeing how confused I was, Harper, who was fiercely protected as the apple of the entire family's eye, grinned at me and said, "That's because I'm Dad's biological child, and he loves me. "And your mom loves my dad, so by extension, she loves me the most, too!" Harper was indeed Dad's biological daughter, so she was entitled to receive the love of both Dad and Mom, the woman who adored him. On the other hand, I was just Mom's biological daughter. And as I grew older, all I received was a snowballing, ever-growing mountain of debt.

When her beautiful eyes soon recognized Kiran, she was overjoyed, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding passionately. Kiran didn't hesitate and continued to kiss her, absorbing her life blood. Life blood is the essence of a person's soul, but it doesn't affect their health. However, once controlled, the person becomes more enamored with the other. Sofia had always secretly loved Kiran but had never dared to confess. Now, even though her life blood was taken, she didn't know it. Seeing the blood at the corner of Sofia's mouth, Macy knew Kiran had absorbed her life blood. Enraged, she struck Yvonne with a powerful blow.

The air felt thick with all the things they wanted to say but couldn’t express. Outside, the city lights rushed by, creating a colorful blur that looked like a swirling mix of colors. Each place they passed reminded them of the love they once shared, a love that now felt so delicate and vulnerable, as if it could shatter with just a little pressure. The quiet atmosphere was occasionally interrupted by the soft sound of the car's engine running and the consistent clicking noise of the windshield wipers moving back and forth as they wiped away the rain. This gentle and steady rhythm echoed the inner turmoil and emotional storm that was quietly building inside her.

More than blood. This was love. Raw. Unapologetic. Whole. And I knew, in that moment, that I would burn the world to protect them both.

It didn’t scream. That was worse. I unfolded it slowly. The words swam for a moment before settling. My sweet girl, If you are reading this, then I have failed you in the only way that matters. I wanted to believe that loving you would be enough to keep you safe. I was wrong. There are men who use blood as ownership and memory as a weapon. If one of them ever tells you that you belong to him—know that he is lying. You belong only to yourself. My throat closed.

“Drink, okay? Please, Raymond. Be… be mine.” He hesitates, eyes opening slow, weak but full of love, tears in his too. “J-Jude,” he whispers, lips trembling, blood smearing his chin as he drinks, slow at first, then harder, hands grabbing my arm, pulling me closer all shaky. The bond burns, our heartbeats syncing, his light flaring, mixing with my shadows, like we’re one person. It’s… it’s raw as hell, his breath hot on my skin, my blood in his veins, tying us forever. “I-I love you,” he gasps, voice shaky, eyes locked on mine, tears mixing with blood.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress. "A theatrical blood pack. Easy enough to buy on the black market," Lorenzo said with a cold smile. "Miss Ava, your performance was truly impressive." Ava's face went deathly pale. "No, that's not what happened..." she tried to argue, but the video had said it all. Bruno stared at the screen, his expression shifting from rage to disbelief, and finally to a horrified understanding as he turned to Ava. Lorenzo had no time for the farce. He took off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, gently pulling me into his arms as he turned to leave.