Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

Maybe not all love stories are roses and rainbows. Some are written in blood. Deep red, is a color hard to forget and hard to take off. And their’s was written in blood. Running deep, making it hard to forget or scrub off, leaving its mark on this very universe.

After a brief moment, he added with a tone of reluctance, “Do what you must to get him to think that you’re madly in love with him.” “What then?” I asked. “When I can get a better idea of where you are, I can come for you. I don’t understand why our connection was broken. My blood should have acted like a beacon for me to find you,” he mused. “I told him that you gave blood for my transfusion,” I admitted. “Oh,” he said with a heavy sigh. “That’s unfortunate.” “I didn’t know,” I said with panic in my voice. “It’s alright,” he said, gently. “It’ll all be alright. I’ll find you, I promise. Just, please promise me that you’ll keep up the façade and let him believe that you’re a couple. It

everything was in the room. I kept walking but my fingers stopped once it reached a maroon book, it was thin as compared to other books and had no name on the side, something told me to look at it and I did. I removed the book from the bookshelf, it had nothing...no title, no author's name on its cover. I opened the book and the last thing I was expecting happened, the Red moon written in bold letters stared back at me. My eyes widened and I quickly started running my eyes on the page.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

Her breathing slowed—ragged, but steadying. And then her gaze dropped. To the blood dripping from the unconscious man on the floor. Steady. Red. Alive. Evie’s lips parted. The scent hit her now—like perfume from a life she’d never go back to. Her body twitched. Her eyes shimmered, pupils dilating again like a drug hitting her bloodstream. “Do you feel it?” I asked softly. “That ache? That ache that makes you want to scream and kiss and kill all at once?”

Chapter 5 Is ishq ke kya kehne Isne kitno ko abad kiya Aur kitno ko barbad Par is kambakkht ishq Ne to Humara aisa haal Kia ki Dil hi nahi zinda Raha kisi se Ishq Karne ke liye ~Ankita Ghosh (what should I say about love? It destroyed do many people and even made so many people but thus stupid love break me like that my heart isn't alive anymore to love someone)

I need to get VENGEANCE! They say love is an emotion that can make even dead hearts beat again but I think hate is even more stronger. As I chanted the names of my debtors like a mantra, I found the will and strength to fight and stay conscious. This time, they wouldn't see me coming and I sure as hell wouldn't give them time to prepare.

She doesn't mind if his blood will stain her clothes, all she wants is to protect him with all her life. She felt his right hand on her back, resting on the ridges of her spine. Still amazed on how it fits perfectly on her, how it always gives her electrifying shocks every time his skin meets hers. Tears poured down from her eyes, continuously flowing like a living waterfall. This is a moment she hasn’t even dreamed of, a ghastly storm that will wreck her heart to the extreme. “Callista? Y-you.. What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to leave the house no matter what happens? How—“

It felt like a small fire was starting under my skin. The wind stopped blowing. The forest became very quiet. Even the fire in the middle of the clearing seemed to stop moving. High above us, the moon changed color. It turned a deep, dark red. The BLOOD MOON was here. The thump of my heart gave a loud, painful beat, and it wasn't stopping soon. The air began to hum as a golden mist started to rise from the grass. It moved around the boots of the warriors like silk. This was the magic of the Goddess, It was looking for the matches.