Bloody Sweet Novels & Stories

~Matteo~ I could smell her arousal, and it was possibly the sweetest scent I had ever had the pleasure of inhaling! "I bet it tastes as good as it smells!" Blaze moaned eagerly, and we were on the same page, for once. Pulling from her lips, with a sly smirk curling the corners of my lips, my hands found hers, pulling them from my body as I swallowed the sweet metallic taste of her blood that graced my tongue. She tasted of pure, unfiltered power!

her tone was so kind and gentle. “Kane,” I muttered, putting the glass back and feeling gross. It was hard to believe that I'd just drank blood. I took a bite of the apple to rid myself of that horrible metallic taste in my mouth. It wasn’t bothering me as much but I wanted to believe it was. “Sweet, isn't it?” she said. “I added an artificial sweetener to make it like that. Real blood is so thick and pungent. You would've thrown up all over my nice sheets.”

I watch the three other wolves quickly kill the two rogue's. I'm weak, my breathing is heavy, my body covered in blood. I stand up, I'm shaking. The two grey wolves glare at me. The black wolf walking between them, growling, his eyes are silver. My eyes lock on with his, and he stops growling, I suddenly smell a very sweet scent, a mixture of wood and vanilla. I collapse to my knees, my legs couldn't hold me up anymore. I look down at the ground, my vision started to get blurry. I hear the three random wolves, start to shift, My body then hit the ground, darkness surrounded me.

I couldn't stop the purr resonating from my chest as her blood first hit my tongue, nor the hum of pleasure that races through one's body when taking from a live host. B negative was famously known for its sweetness, but hers held something else with it. It was perfectly sweet, but it was almost tart as well. Needless to say, it was amazing. Killing her now would be a waste of good blood. I held her tighter, trying to hold her still as she involuntarily began to squirm away from the pain, her cries of agony sounding here and there. There's no way she would have tried to get away on purpose. She's smarter than that.

No, not copper, there was something else there… something… sweet? Clide swung his body back and forth trying to dislodge Bella but she hung on, Ellen got back up and ran at him again. Landing on his back and digging her nails in tight. He roared in pain before she bites off his left ear. The smell, the smell of his blood awoke that urge again. I felt the control of my own body start to fade as the world swirled in mist. I found myself walking towards him, no one noticed. I screamed at myself to stop as I saw his already bitten and bleeding neck, I couldn’t stop. The scent was… the scent was amazing. Like the most decadent sweet cake, like maple syrup on fresh hot pancakes. I licked my lips i

Blood rapidly comes rushing into my mouth . Jace grunts as I clench my legs intensely pushing myself against him . The feeling was too sudden . The taste of the blood was not only metallic just like the blood bag, it also had a hint of chocolate to it which was quite strange . How can something be bitter and sweet at the same time ? It was a mixture : no , a whirl of flavours . I was getting greedy .

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

A lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

Rumors are currency at Blackridge, and lately, my balance has been running low. I weave through the crowd, holding a glass of sparkling cider I have no intention of drinking. Everyone is watching everyone, scanning for weakness, for stories to trade. I keep my chin high, my eyes steady, like none of it touches me. But every laugh, every whisper feels like a hook snagging my skin. Then it happens. “Eva Sinclair,” a voice drawls from behind me. When I turn, the queen bee herself, Miranda Blake, is standing there in a gown that probably cost more than my old apartment’s rent. Her smile is razor sharp. “Funny name, don’t you think?”

Belinda laughed at me and told me never to give him too much sweets again. I had to admit to her that we had to clean his room the following day and put him in a shower. But he was in a very foul mood. Luckily, my parents' servants did an excellent job cleaning their house. From there on, I gave him only food and a lot of vegetables at night. I did not even give him one sweet. He also didn't want any sweets because he was still feeling well from the lost bunch of sweet things he ate. He said he didn't want any sweets for the following year. I know it won't last that long, but sometimes Connor can be a little dramatic. Belinda only laughed at our attics. Today, she is coming home with little