Bloody Sweet Novels & Stories

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Splashes of blood dripped down from his hair and fell down to his lips because of the rain. As the sinful taste exploded on his tongue, as whimpers left his victim’s lips and he begged him to stop, he willed himself not to close his eyes...He didn’t want to miss the moment he had been waiting for all evening. He wanted to see that fear in the bastard’s eyes...He would enjoy it. Fuck! He was enjoying this. The blood on his skin and tongue, the blade in his grasp...He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be a monster.

People always assumed that dangerous people looked dangerous. They expected cold eyes.bAngry faces. Bloodstained hands. They expected monsters to be obvious, maybe that's why people rarely recognized them. The most dangerous people didn't need to look frightening. Sometimes, they smiled at you. Sometimes, they remembered your birthday. Sometimes, they held your hand while you cried and told you everything was going to be okay. Sometimes, they were the sweetest person in the room. That morning, I wore a white dress.

But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad. She was tiny, probably around 5’2”, with long golden hair, small perky breasts, and super smooth pale skin. She looked young and innocent, like a fresh teen, but she fucked like a pro. Even though she was new, she rode cock so good, took it deep, and made the hottest moans. Jake jerked off to her every single night. He locked his dorm door, pulled out his thick cock, and stroked hard watching her small body get pounded. He came buckets thinking about filling her tight little pussy.

Arya smiled falsely and greeted in a weak voice laden with affection, "Ah my daughter has finally come." Indira held back her disgust and greeted back, "Hello, Father." Afterward, Indira's beautiful eyes passed over Arya Wiratama to look at the beautiful figure standing behind him. Even if photos and videos of Rahayu were posted all over the internet, even if Indira was sick of seeing that face all over the media all the time, Indira still couldn't help but be surprised that the beauty looked even more attractive in person. Rahayu Wiratama was as beautiful as a doll created by a technology called artificial intelligence. Rahayu gracefully tucked her soft hair behind her ear before gently gre

His seduction was working and she felt her control slipping away. "Ooh," her eyes shuttered close and she let out a soft moan when he started nipping on her sweet spot, biting and sucking. The sweet pain shot from the spot, spreading down to her core like a wildfire. "My Sweet Bella," he whispered hotly in his sonorous husky voice, causing a swirl of tingles to unfurl in her stomach. " Only mine," his hot heavy tongue danced erotically over the bite of ownership he just gave her. Her breathing deepened and her heart started racing.

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.

Mismatched Mates #2.6 First Blood Chapter 1 Convenient Most people couldn’t smell blood until it was on the outside of a body. But I could. Rich, metallic, and flavored with the unique essence of whoever it was inside. This blood had a tartly sweet fragrance to it, light and refreshing, like oranges. It was pumping fast, the heartbeat of whoever owned it ratcheting up as I tipped my head and tried to get a bead on how far he was and in what direction. I couldn’t hear his heart from this distance — and I knew it was he, not she, because instincts didn’t lie — but the scent intensified as if he'd flushed, his body’s autonomic responses sending his blood rushing to the surface of him and the sm

I can feel my pulse becoming aggressive. When I look up, I have a feeling that something has changed in me. My breathing has also become harsh, and I can really feel the veins on my neck. My vision became clearer as my eyes shifted to Trey's neck. He was the closest and had his neck exposed. I can hear his pulse from here, even the beating of his heart it was too loud. I stretched my neck from left to right slowly while still staring at Trey's neck intently. My lips automatically separate from each other, and something's odd within my mouth. I can feel two things that were too sharp felt as though my tongue had been wounded, causing it to bleed. I tasted how sweet my blood is, which made me

Every drop of blood represents the blood he spilled from me over the years. “Help me!” he manages to scream one final time before I’m tired of listening to his shrieks, and instinct leaves me sinking my teeth into his throat. My senses are in overdrive, and the taste of his blood is the sweetest thing that’s ever touched my tongue. It dances along my taste buds, coating my throat, and I intend to drink up every last drop. As the life drains out of him, it only seems to make me stronger. I’m consumed with a need to end him, once and for all.