Bloody Sweet Comic Novels & Stories

"I have to be cured. It's the only way that I can go on from this nightmare." "If it needs for me to hurt you like what you did, I have to..." he muttered. I felt scared. He then stood up, took the rock again and went closer to me. Please help me! Somebody! I don't want to die. With few inches away, he held the rock to his fist and swing his arms to me. I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit. I know this will be painful and bloody. In fact I might die. This is his cure. My pain and blood is his medicine.

One stepped forward. “Hi, darling…We heard that you got horny and needed help to relieve” One of the men bent down to face him. A foul smell erupted from his mouth as he put on a devilish smirk. Tiger in black ink claws to his neck, with tar lined teeth revolting Suman. “Well, we need help to relief as well”

The sound of gunshots filled the air, mingling with the throbbing music. "Please! Please, don't kill me." Hernandez pleaded, crying. His lips trembled. With one precise blow, he collapsed on the sofa. I pushed my way through the crowd, urgently searching each room. Several rooms were already empty. Glancing behind me, I witnessed Jiro swiftly incapacitating some of the Hernandez's men.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me, stealing my breath. But he wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way I trembled. Then, locking eyes with me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You taste so sweet.” And I was already burning for more. Josh settled between my thighs, his cock thick and hard as he dragged it slowly along my soaked slit. The heat of him made my hips buck, desperate—but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet.

Marco searched the entire car but it was empty with no sight of either Theo nor the guards that he left with him, rather there were blood stains on the driver's seat which Marco assumed belonged to Chris and it really got him more worried. But then there was a written note on the back seat which Eric found himself and it has the caption that says “I am coming for you all” and besides the letter was Theo’s phone covered with stains of blood. Marco could hear some strange beeping coming from the car and just as he was about to bend over, he saw the bomb that was set up there but luckily for them they still had enough to disable the bomb before it could blow up. “The scene looks familiar,” Eric

Kalb mutters to herself. Khaisha raises her fingers to her nose to block something out. “The smell is getting intense.” “Now she doesn’t smell normal to me,” Kalb sniffs the air. “What smell?” Kalb speaks up when no one else says anything. “Iron. Zinc. Metallic. Whatever blood smells like, only sweeter.” “Almost as sweet as wine.” “You sound like a bloodsucker. What the fuck does that mean?” “She indeed smells like flavored blood,” a voice that sounds like Roxy’s says.

He had finally found Snowflake but not in the condition he wanted to find her in. Her snow-white fur was now dark red, drenched in blood as she laid lifeless in the box. He could see a bullet hole pierced in her skull and there was a folded piece of paper too. Damon reached his hand inside and grabbed it with his fingers to read it. But other than a black smiling graphic skeleton head that the Russian mob boss was rumoured to always have on his face, there was nothing written on the card.

‘Channon. Fuck. I’ve killed him. Blind panic ensues as I drag his bloodied body from the relentless jets of water. The smell of blood and come is everywhere, my body covered in all our juices. I leave him for a moment and grab the pure white bath towels from the rail next to the sink. I slip in the pool of blood that surrounds his head and shout out in surprise as I hit the floor with a sickening thud. Blood soaks in to the towel with alarming speed as I push it hard into his neck. Please, help me, I beg silently to Selina. ‘Calm down. All you need to do is lick his wound and it will start to heal.’ I don’t have time to allow myself to be angered by her nonchalant tone and pull the drenched

Her voice dripped with venom. I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't steal anything. And who is Ace to you, anyway?" I shot back, my curiosity piqued. She cried, shaking her head frantically, and then yelled, “How dare you say his name?!” “How dare I?” I chuckled softly, giving her my best ‘did you miss your way’ look. Because, really, did she miss her way? “You’ll pay for this, you will, you spawn of the devil!” Heather deadpanned, her little friends had gotten her something to keep the blood from flowing. She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood.