Blood One Night Kiss Novels & Stories

Location: Fortress Nox — Sub-Level Access Corridor The air burned with static and smoke as Fortress Nox’s emergency alarms blared, flooding the corridor with pulsing red light. And there... emerging through the swirling haze... Natalia Cross. Her scarred face twisted, her dark eyes gleaming with pure hatred, burning with vengeance. The Last Confrontation Begins Damien’s dark eyes locked on her, deadly calm, his sidearm raised, breathing sharp. “It’s over,” he growled.

"I'm single too, and you know what? I'm looking at a beautiful woman lying naked in my bed. I want her. I'm going to kiss her, and then I'm going to make her scream as she orgasms. A simple ‘no’ from her will make me stop, but is that what she truly desires?" My lips parted, but no words came out. My reason had left the scene long ago, leaving my raging hormones in charge. Another heartbeat passed. I welcomed his kiss and honored it with a soft whimper. Then he did what he promised, letting me soar and explode, screaming his name more times than I could count. I barely registered when the night came. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in his arms…

Gina shouts, fast walking towards me and going to my side. "Bitch, leave her alone. Why is it that you're always bothering her?" Gina questions. Heaven removes her stare from me and keeps her trance on Gina. "I'm not even doing anything but just standing here. Seems to me that you're the one bothering her." Heaven shrugs. Before Gina can even reply, a tall black-haired boy walks towards Heaven, giving her a kiss on the cheek and giving Gina and I a confused look. He stares at me up and down as well and widens his eyes when he realized I caught him staring.

Then Elias pushed Ronan’s hand off his throat with surprising strength and surged forward. Their mouths crashed together in a brutal kiss. Ronan froze for half a second, shocked, before the bond took over completely. He kissed back hard, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. Elias tasted like blood wine and darkness, and it went straight to Ronan’s head. He shoved the vampire back against the hedge again, one hand fisting in that perfect midnight hair while the other gripped his waist.

" You are the gift I never deserved but God packaged you and handed you over to me, Just like my mum would always say to my dad, you will my lord and I will devote my entire life worshiping you Richard " " I love you Gabriella" " I love you even more Richard “ We were kissing and I was hoping the moment never ends when I heard someone knocking on a door, I quickly removed my lips and looked around to know what was going on, and this Knock became even louder then I found my self gently opening my eyes and saw my self on a bed lying down afterwards , "My goodness! have I been dreaming?". I said to myself and slowly stood up from the bed.

"How much of us are we going to give up in order to keep her?" Damian's words just sat there in the silence of the bedroom, suspended like a bullet. Ava didn't answer. She couldn't. Because she already knew, on a deep level. The Crosse family wasn't just requesting marriage. They were requesting blood. **** Earlier That Morning The text still remained on Damian's phone screen as Ava walked into the room, towel-drying her hair. She froze in mid-step upon seeing his face.

My placed one of my hands on his chest, raising on of my legs to wrap around his waist, his eye in intense eye contact with mine. “I am going in now, if you hurt, please tell me to stop.” I nodded and smiled, placing my lips on his. “You know that there is a high chance of me bleeding right? Are you cool with that. You know we are soaked in a bath tub.” “I have been dealing with blood all my life-“ “Nah, hymen blood is different and you might get irritated and you might find me disgusting and-“ He shut me up with a kiss. A long, sloppy and loving kiss, filling up my mouth with his tongue and taste.

And as I deepened the kiss, savoring the shiver that ran through her fingers against my cheek… I saw him. Through the glass panel of the hospital door. Drake. Standing there. Silent. Shattered. His hands curled into fists. His face drained of blood. His eyes locked on us. On me. And I knew he saw it all. I kissed her harder. Longer. Letting every groan of passion echo through the thin walls, knowing he could hear. Knowing he was bleeding. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And through the kiss, I opened my eyes just a fraction…

Maybe I needed it to, because if I kissed her tonight, I wouldn’t stop at one. *** Isabella. It took me a full minute to move after he left. The door was still half-open, letting in the smell of rain. I stood there, holding a half-empty mug and an even fuller chest of feelings I didn’t know where to put. Noah had almost kissed me. Almost.

A hallway. And then—nothing. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered. My fingers trembled against the sheet. He moved closer, his cologne—sharp, expensive—wrapping around me like poison. “Listen carefully.” His voice was soft. Too soft. Worse than shouting. “This was a one-night thing. That’s all it will ever be. And I’m sure you know who I am.” My stomach twisted. His arrogance filled the room, suffocating. “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.