Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Her brown hazel eyes looks so beautiful yet emotionless. Lantad na lantad ang mapuputing hita nito sa suot na pulang above the knee red silk backless dress. Nakapatong ang isang hita nito sa kanang hita dahilan kung bakit maraming naglaway sa makinis at mapuputing hita nito. Kahit nakaupo ang dalaga ay mahahalata pa rin ang gandang taglay ng katawan nito. She looks so dazzling hot in her dress.

Damien began, his voice cutting through the crackle of the hearth, "it seems only fitting we share a drink to celebrate. Or perhaps... to mourn our lost freedom." He stood up, smoothly navigating the space between the hearth and a sleek, dark-wood bar cart in the corner. He didn't use his cane this time, his hand lightly tracing the edge of the mantle, then the back of a chaise lounge, acting the part of a man relying on tactile memory. Avery watched him closely. His movements were incredibly fluid, almost too graceful for someone living in complete darkness. "What are we drinking?" Avery asked, keeping her distance. "A vintage Cabernet," Damien replied, his back to her as he poured the deep

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)

The day had barely begun, yet the sun was sneering from above. Professor Brown Sanders wiped his forehead with a bandanna and stared at the damp spot in the center of the fabric. Of all the colors he could have chosen that day, it had to be green. Green, like the canopy of leaves blocking the sun every now and then. Green, like the dense undergrowth weaving through the forest floor, carpeted by thick sludge of mud, rotting plants, and the droppings of God only knows what. With every step he took, the snake-like vines seemed to move, determined to launch him face-first into the putrid forest floor of the A****n rainforest.

“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.

Richard turns and then grasps his sword, pulling it out, his eyes raised. He scoured the environment, waiting for any slight, strange movement. It was then he caught her blurry, insanely fast figure. She grabbed his neck pushing him against a tree. Her eyes totally black, she bled black tears, just like how Annabelle did. Her dark hair covered by a red veil, matching her red gown. Richard tried to move his hands, but they wouldn't budge. He was temporarily paralysed. " Shhhhhh," she whispered. Richard could feel his strength eluding him. His sight became hazy and his legs could no longer carry him, he fell unconscious.

Blood, light, and love — three fused, writing the last legend of the blood city. Deep underground, as Azrael’s seal closed, a whisper — Evelyn’s memory fragment: “When blood stops flowing, love remains.” Lucien smiled, knowing it illusion. He held her tight in the red sea — and for the first time in centuries, Valenfort had a dawn — not of light, but of reborn crimson.

gone. "I need you. I can't do this without you. None of us can. Please my love..." Red droplets fell from my eyes onto her skin. A stark contrast flourishing. There was no more life running through those cheeks. No more colour besides the drop I had left. She was gone and I could do nothing to change that. There was no getting her back.

I begged my father to leave his seclusion and save that werewolf. I had grown up around medicinal herbs, and my blood had special properties. But I was human, and the one he needed to save was a werewolf. Only a child born from a human and a werewolf, carrying my bloodline, could provide the cardiogen he needed. I begged my father again, this time to let me marry Lesley. And because of that, Gloria met Eddie and was fooled by his sweet talk, too. Thinking back, after the weddings, both men were always busy. Even when they came home, everything felt like a routine.