Bloody Sweet Novels & Stories

The coppery smell of blood floods my senses the moment we walk in. Liam freezes behind me as our presence goes completely ignored by Dr. Sari and Billy. Billy works diligently with a small squeeze bottle spraying the back of Beatrice’s head, soaking the once clumpy red hairs in a sudsy liquid solution. The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.

" If you aren't associated with our enemies we will let you go .My name is Ruth by the way " "So you were following me " I stated and he gave me a sigh, " why ? I asked again , " We needed to make sure you weren't a threat " I wrapped my hands around myself and cried silently . ~&~ I had passed out in the car , I was given a nudge to wake up . I woke up to see a two story building , I realised it was a club . **

~Liam’s POV~ My men were on guard and so they were already out handling the situation. I walked out and saw that the men who attacked us looked like some gangster kind of people. “STOP!” I shouted making everyone stunned and stop at their tracks. “Who are you and what do you want?” the men gathered up. “You have offended our master and now our master wants your wife, Cassie” The stout man said making me boil in anger. “Just take her name once again and I’d make sure you meet Lucifer in hell.” I said and shot him in between his eyes. He soon was covered in his own blood.

The dark was overwhelming, the silence eerie, paralysis of the whole body including the tongue. At a moment, I tried to scream again when I felt a pain I couldn't bear but it was like my head was under water and then all of a sudden, I got blinded by a very bright light but gradually and slowly regained my sight and confusion set in. Where am I ? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY NEEDLES IN ME I'm scared of needles, how didn't I notice when I was being injected. The loud beep coming from the right side of the bed made frustrated and I tried to tug at the needles to pull them of me but was restrained by some people in white and blue but I couldn't, it seemed like they wanted to put another needle in me a

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

When the bedroom door opened, immediately the sweet smell of flowers, which spread across the floor of the room stung Liam's sense of smell. But apart from the sweet smell of the flowers, there was another smell that was much stronger. Blood. Yes. This room was filled with the strong smell of blood. And as if Liam had already predicted what he would see, he didn't even flinch at the sight that was presented before his eyes. There, on Elena's bed, was a young man lying limply with blood oozing from the open wound in his neck. His naked body indicated what had actually happened between them before the young man died.

"Do we have a deal, then? Don't forget to get some cash. We don't accept bank transfers here for safety reasons." My mind was jumbled. What was she talking about? Why was she so familiar with all this? Were she and Yvonne really pimping themselves out?

The blood rushes out, warm and metallic in my mouth. The taste is incredible, smooth and rich like a fine wine. I drink deep, savoring the flavor. Baldhead screams in pain and fear, but to me, it's like music. His voice rises and falls like an opera singer, but all I hear is a sweet song that makes me hungrier.

**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I w