Bloody Romance Senses Fail Novels & Stories

This was my chance to connect with someone who, like me, seemed to exist outside the norm. As I got closer to him, the scent of his cologne wafted through the air, a subtle mix of leather and spice that made my heart flutter. He looked up, his gaze locking onto mine. For a brief moment, I felt as if I was sinking into the depths of his brown eyes. I took a cautious step forward, my boots softly clicking against the worn wooden floor that creaked beneath me, breaking the silence that surrounded us.

I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster’s death. “You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?” I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack. “First, I’m not your queen. Second, I will never marry you,” I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

He stared at my bare, wet center with a hungry look in his eye. We had never turned off the movie and it kept playing ‘I Put A Spell On You’ by Bette Midler over and over again. But I barely registered the song because of the way Daniel was pleasuring me. Besides, I had no idea where the remote was and I wasn’t about to stop what we were doing to look for it. With his dark eyes on mine, Daniel leaned forward and slowly licked my wet center. “Oh, shit!” I screamed and closed my eyes, arching into his mouth.

Anticipation kicked in me when I felt his bare shaft brushing against my wet folds, setting my body on fire. "Roam..." I moaned. He eased my worry with his passionate kiss, and before I even knew it, his manhood was already on my entrance, ready to take its first thrust. I gasped as I felt the excruciating pain thrummed all over my body. My body froze and I almost bit his lower lip when it worsen, but Roam tried to ease it away with his kisses and gentle touch. My eyes tried to open after I sobbed, but as Roam wiped my tears with his thumb, I saw how his eyes burned with gold; its color screamed nothing but his love and passion for what we were sharing at the moment.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

The taste of coffee was no longer there in his mouth, and it was replaced with a metallic taste of blood. I still couldn’t open my eyes, and by the wet feeling that I have around my body, I’m guessing that it’s not just Rian’s disgusting saliva. The smell of blood was stronger now, and I was sure that I was covered in blood as he continued his movements. “You know, my love. I have always had multiple fantasies and I’m sure that you are well aware that we are living one of them. Now, I’m sure that you know all the other fantasies, my love. Why don’t we do a few more, Shyne?”

I shoved him down hard. The bullet ripped through me instead, and I collapsed on him. His eyes went wide, real terror flickering there for the first time. "Natalie…" Gunfire answered back. Bernard's crew was not having it. The world started to spin, pain crashing over me like a wave. Francis' voice was calling my name, fading into the distance. Then, everything went black. ...

She was persuading Jonathan to drink my blood, and I was just gazing at him intensely, my eyes filled with affection. "Ahaha..." He held his head and howled as he went insane. My eyes immediately began to well up with tears as I witnessed his condition. I wanted to give him a bear hug and comfort him with my affection, but I was forced to remain silent. I gasped in pain as she bit my palm and extracted a small amount of blood, and he quickly shifted his gaze to it. His bloodlust was visible in his eyes. Despite my horror at his piercing gaze, I persuaded myself to remain standing there and stare at him with unwavering love. I had complete faith in my love and my plan.

There were even petals scattered on a shiny white satin sheet that I had never seen. Tears welled in my eyes, I opened my mouth, to speak, but nothing came out. It was the most romantic room I had ever seen. He turned and brushed his lips sensuously across mine while simultaneously pressing his body into me. I felt his arousal press on my stomach as his tongue ran across my lips before making its way into my mouth. I eagerly responded to its entry by gently sucking on it before releasing it and softly sucking and biting his lower lip.