Novel & Cerita Bloody Love

One of my teammates was just about to intervene, yet Noah's gun went off, narrowly missing him. Gazing at the man I had once loved, the sheer absurdity of it all hit me hard. In my previous life, I had brushed shoulders with death countless times to protect him. Yet now, he was ready to kill me for Esmeralda. Reluctantly, my teammates surrendered the last vial and watched helplessly as Noah injected it into Esmeralda. Within minutes, her fever broke.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

He lunged toward Scarlet, embracing her from behind. Jerking forward out of surprise, "What was that for?" "I love you, Scarlet. I did. And, I will always love you." His hand was wrapped around her waist. Scarlet leaned into him, thinking he was carried away by the heat of the moment. "I love you too." Abruptly, he placed the blade against Scarlet's throat, and with a swift, devastating motion, he slit it open. Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb.

He followed seconds later, thrusting erratically as he spilled inside me, hot and thick, filling me up. We collapsed together, his weight a comforting blanket, our hearts racing in unison. He kissed me softly now, tender amidst the aftermath of our storm. Bites and bruises marked our skin, but so did the love—the dark, unbreakable bond we'd forged. As dawn crept in, I knew this was just the beginning. Rough, loving, filthy—ours.

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.

I sobbed. “No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.”

“The only crime my baby committed was being a halfling…born from my love with a Lycan.” Her voice cracked for a moment, but she quickly steadied it, her eyes blazing with rage. “We broke the sacred law of Bleeding Rose that says humans and Lycans were never meant to be together. And because of that, your family hunted us down…they…they killed the only man I ever loved and ripped him apart in front of me, as if that wasn’t enough they drowned my baby boy in the river like he was garbage!”

She smirked, but it didn't quite reach her gleaming eyes. “What better way to secure a woman’s love and eternal loyalty than to spill a little blood in her honor? A small price to pay if you ask me, a mere scratch on the leg, to win a heart that has been so stubbornly locked against him." "It was more than a scratch," I pointed out softly, my mind flashing back to the jagged tear in his trousers and the way the blood had soaked through the fabric with terrifying speed. I felt extremely confused right then, and my face showed it.

I giggled to myself as I reached Dante. “Celeste O’Brien, mother to my pups and love of my life, do you take the Lone Star pack as your own to love and cherish as long as you shall live?” Dante asked me solemnly, taking my hands in his and staring deep into my eyes as if imprinting on my soul. “I do!” I smiled up into his eyes, so full of love, hope, and sincerity. Dante pulled me in and softly pressed his lips to mine, “Blood of my blood,” he begins lifting his palm and pulling his pocket knife out to slice open his palm just enough to draw blood.

Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress. "A theatrical blood pack. Easy enough to buy on the black market," Lorenzo said with a cold smile. "Miss Ava, your performance was truly impressive." Ava's face went deathly pale. "No, that's not what happened..." she tried to argue, but the video had said it all. Bruno stared at the screen, his expression shifting from rage to disbelief, and finally to a horrified understanding as he turned to Ava. Lorenzo had no time for the farce. He took off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, gently pulling me into his arms as he turned to leave.