Bloody Sweet Comic Novels & Stories

He said with a chuckle, “For a tiny thing like you, this could be the best job of your life.” “What do you mean?” Scar asked. “You don’t know what this is, do you?” he asked. “Not a clue,” Scar replied as she turned around and saw what her brain had tried to overlook. “Is this a brothel?” “No, my dear, nothing of the sort.” He said as his voice softened. “But they are giving those guys blow jobs right there in the open,” Scar said, almost confused. “Did you not hear the things going on in the hallway?” he chuckled as he asked her.

"What-what happened to me?" I felt lost as the white painting of the wall wasn't my usual emerald green interior. I knew by that that I was not in my room so where was I then? I tried recollecting but my head only hurt. "Where am I?" "You passed out ma'am". Scarlet who looked relieved that I'm awake said getting up from where she was sitting at the entrance of the room. "Where am I?" I asked again because this place doesn't seem like a hospital room to me. Yes it was painted white but its interior designs and the art painted on the wall seems too nice to be in a hospital.

Briganza asked inspecting Abeer from head to toe. " Umm.. Actually Yes.. Recently I met with a deadly accident that led me to this condition. But don't worry I'll be alright soon as now I have a new friend in my life who is not less than an angel for me, Scarlett who will help me in healing soon.", Abeer confessed looking at Scarlett who was smiling back at him.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

I said and my heart twitched in pain remembering that day when I cried so much holding that teddy bear. "That person also knows how much you love teddy bears." She said, keeping her hand on my shoulder and sighing. Yeah, I love teddy bears. My whole room is filled with teddy bears. I am so fond of them. Those teddy bears give me a comfortable vibe. "In that gift, there was also the same message, 'See you soon'." She said continuing, looking in front, gazing at the pink wall. "On my 19th birthday, again a gift came to our doorstep. There were a hundred dead roses in that gift with the same message 'See you soon'. Why the hell does that person give me depressing gifts?" I shouted, feeling frus

When Gel put her glass down, "He is so yummy!” “I know right? He looked really different!” Alice muttered excitedly. Gel sighed dreamily, “If I knew that Chrissy's ex would look like that, I would have made him my man and would never break up with him!” Silence fell over them when she said that. With wide eyes, Alice made a sound of frustration. "Chrissy is dead!" she said. "I know. She is so dead!” Gel agreed. (End of flashback)

I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me on this journey! I love you all!! We have reached the end of ‘Sweet Treachery’, and I must say that it was a rollercoaster! Enjoy!! She had a wonderful life Filled with love and light It all ended when her pack Was invaded by the Rogues She became a fugitive Lost both parents And had to pick up The broken pieces Of her life. She was taken by Devilio, Humiliated and disgraced

The man with smooth hair opened the door and stepped into the room, followed by Steve and Jasmine, who walked behind him. A man with short grey hair and tattoos on both surfaces of his hands was busy reading the files piled up on his desk. The man named Sweet Blossom aka SB, looks busy signing the files on his desk. The look in his eyes seemed disinterested in the presence of the sleek-haired man in his room. "If there’s nothing you wanted to say, you better leave." SB glanced briefly at the man with smooth hair, then turned his gaze back to the pile of files on his desk.

Just whispers swept under a very expensive rug. That's my crack in the armor. It isn't the full truth about Noah. It won't take the Langstons down. But it's a start. A reminder that even the golden boy bleeds. So I get to work. An anonymous account, scrubbed of fingerprints. A perfectly timed drop on the Blackridge student forum, the one everyone pretends not to read but secretly stalks. I type the post carefully, crafting it like a blade: Did you know your golden boy isn't so golden? Ask him about the fight behind the gym two summers ago. Ask him whose blood is still on his hands.