Novel & Cerita Blood-lover

All the lights were shut and the spotlight was spotted on all the couples on the stage, “ Here is a beautiful song for all beautiful couples present here “, Shreya announced and the music started. “ Avni feels then rhythm and moves your waist gently “, Kabir whispered. “ Itnee mohabbat karo na main doob naa jaaon kaheen { don’t love me so much, lest I drown in this } Wapas kinaare pe aana main bhool naa jaoon kahin Dekha jabse chehara tera main to Tifton use soya Nahi { I shouldn’t forget to come back to the seashore Since I have seen your face. I have not slept for weeks } Bol do na zaraa dil mein jo hain chipa Main kissi se kahunga nahin Main kissi se kanhunga nahi { Please tell me, What

“You think you can cut me out of your life, and that’ll be the end of it? You forget who I am.” I stepped back, but he followed, his shadow swallowing mine. “Vicenzo—” “You’re mine,” he said softly, like a statement of fact, not a claim. “I don’t care where you hide, who you talk to, or what excuses you make. I will always know where to find you.” Fear crawled up my spine, but I kept my voice steady. “That’s not love. That’s control.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Love is control, bella. Love is keeping what’s yours safe.”

he confessed out of the blue, his eyes thick with affection. Kara smiled and rubbed his hair, tracing his jawline before he spoke up again with his voice nothing but soothing. “You were supposed to be off-limits, a beautiful distraction I couldn't afford... but you tore through every wall I built like you were meant to be inside my soul. I wake up thinking about you. I fall asleep with your name yanked in my thoughts. Even in my darkest moments, when I was drowning in blood and agony... your voice was the only thing that kept me human. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you hold me. I love the way your body feels in my arms, like it completes me. You’re my forever, Kara. My safe place

That is what he thought. A Blood partner, a lover. They are both pureblood vampires so they are destined to be together. But what about him? “You filthy half blooded bastard!” She creams at him full of hatred. He continues to drink the precious blood that he has been yearning for, but it doesn’t taste the same. “Let go of my elder brother! How dare you lay a finger to my lover!” her limbs were cut off using a special element, the once bright and beautiful doll is now bathing in blood. And the eyes that used to look down on me are dilapidated.

Rose is red My love is too. Red like your cheeks When you blush, when I stare at you. You don't know though Who I am. A lover, A stalker, An admirer. But I'll forever stay yours And you'll forever stay mine. Let God help them Whoever comes in between. Because I won't let them Steal my thing. Don't tell anyone about this, my love, Because then you will lose whomever you love. Your submission is what I want

Anna looked at him and nodded in affirmation. Immersed in the scent of flowers, twinkling in the lights of candles and ringing on the music player, the song was presenting a deceptive scene of the lounge. The song was playing in a very low voice. I love her She is my lover I love him, he is my lover That girl is not my life That girl is not my life His face is in his eyes His watch is in the words I am the way That is the destination Get it now In these beats he is very active

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

I pick what's left of my dignity off the floor, slamming the door so hard the hinges shake. His laugh follows me all the way down the hallway. What a jerk. Arrogant bastard. I should stay away from him. Honestly, after everything I'd assumed about him, hating him would be easier. Instead, all I can think about is one stupid sentence. ‘If something had happened, you wouldn't have to ask’. I shake my head hard enough to make my headache throb again. One night with Ronan Siren is already one too many. I'm not making the mistake of seeing him twice.