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“Oh, your stepbrother.” He nods. “But we are closer than stepbrother, and he accepts me as I am.” I nod slowly. Brad places down our drinks at the counter. I sip. “It’s good. I’m not good at drinks, but this is really good,” I tell him honestly. “That’s my specialty. Thanks, Sam.” Brad replies. “I like mine too. Thanks!” Sandy says. “You’re welcome! For you, Sandy, it’s called Devil’s blood because of its color—deep red, vodka, dry vermouth, crush olives juice, and raspberry juice. And for Sam is Phoenix’s Princess,” Brad explains.

“ Me too, ‘’ I replied before we leaned in to hug each other and play a song by Billie eiish. “ But all in all, we have each other and friendships aren’t supposed to end, we are always here for each other,’’ she laughed as we sat hugged each other for a while. It was the that I noticed that the alcohol level in my blood had gone down for a bit, I wasn’t so drunk anymore, I was better, my head was clear, except for the fact that I felt tired. We took out a bottle of wine and began drinking wine as we listened to music and watched the videos in low tones. The flashed of what stood proudly between Vince’s legs kept coming back, his lean and well-toned chest and muscles as he leaned forward in t

Alex’s POV I stirred awake, head pounding like a hammer striking an anvil. An effect of my liquor downpour last night.. As I sat up I felt the room tilt, my body still heavy from the liquor I had drowned myself in. Then memories surged “Come on Baby.. let me give you a good time…” a ladies voice echoed “Get your fucking whore hands off me bitch..” my voice bellowed followed by clashes of glasses I rubbed my forehead in frustration then another voice came soaring into my subconscious.

he liked deep into the bartender eyes " make sure you add a little amount of worm blood " he said and his eye balls readjust and so did the bartender " as you wish sire "the bartender said and poured the wine and then slice his palm and allowed his blood into the cup of liquor . "you know compelling him isn't fun " I said taking another sip from my cup and he chuckled . "done sire " the bartender said and handed the co of liquor mic with blood to him and he smile and collected it from him .

Grace's words kept ringing in my head. ‘He doesn't care about you or your silly emotions. He'll fuck you like an animal. He will fuck you bloody.’ I was Dimitri's whore, till the end of days, trapped in this golden cage. A tear ran down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to quench the panic. The doorknob twisted and Dimitri came in covered in blood. Human blood. A loud gasp wrenched out of my throat before I could stop myself, I drew backwards, My eyes wide and panicky

The silence of the office sounded like another kind of noise. I stood there, watching the blood running between my fingers. The cut was superficial, but something was humiliating in seeing my own blood mixed with whiskey. An Alpha does not bleed. An Alpha does not hurt. An Alpha does not break a glass because a woman provokes him.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

I’m already learning new things about Albert. “Feel the rush, the crimson tide. Hungry whispers in the night, we can’t hide. In the dark, we come alive. Living off the thrill, we thrive.” I recited, not sang, the chorus. I’m not talented like that, but it all clicked as I listened closer to the lyrics and processed this new information. I smacked my forehead as it all made sense. The song is about drinking blood, of course. How did I not realize this sooner? Albert chuckled as it sank in for me.

He pointed at my glass. "I've had so many of these things, I've lost count." I shrugged. "Maybe nine though. Oh, plus that shot of tequila." "After I warned you about collecting drinks from people." He glared at me. I winced. "But you're watching me, what could go wrong?" I pointed out. Poison by Beyoncé suddenly came on through the speakers. I looked Sin dead in the eyes and began to sing along in an admittedly slurry voice. "...Cause with every hug and kiss you're snatching every bit of strain…

My knees were starting to get sore and red and when I was about to groan with discomfort, Samael cleared his throat. "Get up." He ordered loudly. Everybody stood again. I avoided his eyes, trying to keep a low profile, and took a drink to calm my nerves. I felt the intensity of his gaze on me, but I refused to look back. I had drank so much already, my blood would taste more like alcohol than blood. Could you get drunk off that? Drinking someone's blood if they were intoxicated? Did that work like that? Would if they had taken drugs? Oh my God. What if they had taken Viagra? That would be so funny. I'd have to try that.