Bloody Sweet Novels & Stories

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

Her. It hit me low and hard, like a sucker punch to the ribs. Sweetness. Not the sickly kind. No—this was heady. Addictive. Something made of honey and blood-red roses, soaked in midnight and secrets. There was power in it. A bloodline touched by something older than this place. Older than even me. Ancient. Timeless. Wrong. And yet—so damn right. The craving sharpened to a blade. I followed. Like a sinner chasing absolution.

Her nose was filled with the smell of gunfire and blood but what She did not expect was that, instead of feeling nauseated by the smell of metallic scents of blood, she could only smell a hint of sweetness in the air. Blood of her past lover; his father Arjun Kashyap and her current love Zane Miller had a sweet smell in it. Her eyes blazed as her expression turned darker than before. Her eyes found how her brother was supporting Her father and how Zane was sleeping on her lap. The scene was painful as cruel laughter echoed in the room. Her mind stopped working as a kind of sweetness that cruelly stifled the blood lust that had been tormenting her for so long and such an aroma assaulted her s

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

“Keep taking it just like that. Don’t you dare stop.” I hollowed my cheeks and sucked even as he continued to thrust deep, messy and relentless, turning me into nothing but a wet, obedient mouth for his cock. The taste of him filled me—salt and heat and the faint bitterness of precum. My jaw ached. My throat burned. And still I wanted more. I wanted him to keep using me like this until he came, until he decided I had earned the right to breathe freely again.

Lucien laughed then chimed in with Irina's words, "No. A creature like Derick is not suitable for little talk, Irina." "I know." said Irina. "I have to control my speech." Derick replied. Everyone nodded, agreeing with Derick's words. Even Irina, who rarely nodded in agreement with her brother’s words, nodded this time as well. "Lucien?" call Irina. "Yes, sister?" "I know the taste of The Sweet Blood." said Irina with a straight-blank look. "You didn't bite the girl?" Damien asked Irina. Irina shook her head faintly. "Nope." She answered. "I just stuck my sharp nails in. And I can feel the rest of the blood sticking to it." Irina looked at her right fingernails expressionlessly. "His blood i

Goodness, her blood is the ssweetest. He could still remember the taste of it while it glided to his tongue. It was intoxicating and leaving a sensation down to his throath. He doesn't want to admit it but her blood is the sweetest blood he have ever tasted. And he's not exaggerating. It was addicting and he wanted a taste again... and again. But what caught his attention the most is the woman's face...

It was the sweetest smell in his world, the thick warm honey aroma mixed in with the earthy scent of a woman in heat. With a growl, Demetri sank his fangs into Mara's soft flesh, pulling hard to drink down her life's essence. Her blood was so thick and rich, pulsing with the vibrancy of life. He wanted to sink his body into hers, to pound away until she screamed with pleasure.