Bloody Sweet Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

it was more delicious,it tasted sweeter than the most sweetest wine. That's when her scent wafted his nostrils,the scent of the one woman who made him go crazy whenever he thinks about her."his mate" That's was when he realized that he was sucking his mate's blood."what the fuck was he doing?"he thought.he tried to let go of her but he couldn't.her blood tasted very sweet,it was too good to let go of.he couldn't get enough of her blood. On the other hand, Mariana was already feeling dizzy because she had lost so much blood,she thought he would just drink a little and let her go. Who would have thought that he wanted to drink her entire blood?

He places my mouth over the open wound. I somehow know I need to taste his blood. My tongue slides over the cut and I wrap my lips around it. Sucking and laving up the metallic taste. His hand stroking the back of my neck. He moans in my ear "That's it love, take what you need" The taste of his blood turns sweet and bold, no longer metallic. It tastes like the sweetest wine to ever pass my lips. Gliding down my throat, spreading warmth back through my body.

I leak all over her foot. Without hesitation, she undresses me. Naked now, she cuts a thin line across my chest. Blood rises. She licks it slowly, eyes closed as if savoring something sacred. Afterward, she slices her palm and holds it to my lips. Her blood tastes sweet and wrong. It makes my head spin.

I bent down and his alluring scent passed through my nose, making Lila stand up. “Mate” she said and before I knew it, my canine was down his throat. I could feel him shaking, but I didn’t stop. His blood was kind of sweet. It almost tasted like how he smelled. Like pine and a hint of orange. I didn’t want to stop drinking it but suddenly the taste changed. I can no longer taste his sweet blood, instead a bland metallic taste of blood mixed with silver and another taste I couldn’t recognise, but I have a feeling it is vampire venom.

I ask him as I wipe my blood from his mouth. He licks the remaining drops of blood from my neck before he answers me, “It felt amazing. You taste so sweet, like nectar of the moon goddess. Your blood does not taste like normal blood, it is tastes sweeter and I could feel the power moving through your blood.” I look at him and I do not know what to say.

His demon wanted her so much it hurts. She did not smell like the real mistress, Leticia. To everyone else, she would. She would smell like too-strong floral fragrance mixed with the thick slime of a horrendous wound—evidence of her rotting heart and evilness in her veins. But to him... oh, to him... to James. He breathed again, unable to halt himself. Mistake. God. She smells so delicious. The sweetness, thicker now, almost palpable, clouded his mind. Must. Taste her blood. His fangs and gums certainly ached with the desire to savor her. Must taste her blood.

he ordered. I took the glass from him and sniffed it. To me, blood used to have an iron-like scent and nothing else. Now, I could smell something sweet, delicate, and even flowery. I knew that it was the blood of a woman in her early twenties. How the hell did I know that? And, more importantly, how did Sariel get a young woman's blood in his safe?! I looked at him with question marks in my eyes. He snorted. "Don't worry too much. It's from the blood bank. It's A+. Just give it a try." He shrugged, urging me to take a sip.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Waking up with an hangover was probably the worst thing to happen to anyone in the world. What kind of spirits exactly do they use in the production of alcohol? Why in the world could something so sweet and bubbly be just as deadly? I let out a sharp breath and groaned loudly as I woke up. My head felt like someone was playing on it- like it was a conga drum, my forehead felt just about ready to split open, and my tongue tasted like I had washed and rinsed it with soapy water.

“Why is everything here tasting like shit???” “Jesus christ,” Victor muttered, his panic growing. “Seriously?” He handed me another bag. I stared between him and his outstretched arm. “Let me guess, angel blood?” I mocked. “AB- negative,” Victor muttered. “Basically vampire Ambrosia.” I contemplated for a second, before biting into the bag. I spat everything out. “Ohh come on!” Victor yelled, running a hand through his hair, his chest heaving. “There is no way on god’s damned earth that one tasted like shit too.”