Bon Temps True Blood Novels & Stories

The small head gently touched his chest, making the other man surprised, but he quickly smiled and smiled in satisfaction, he increased his strength to squeeze her: "So warm! I've never seen a vampire with a body temperature like this." The guy in the Blue shirt smiled proudly: "Of course, from scent, breath, body temperature, she's all human... but her strength is... I'm afraid if cared for a little, it will surpass the pure bloodline. ". Looking at the face more beautiful than an angel who was squinting his eyelids about to wake up in his lap, he smiled softly, placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then pressed his hand deeply into his neck, making a small cut. From the broken line, blood fl

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

I'm not sure if she shot to kill but she definitly managed to take them down. We all pause to watch her as she roars gunning them down like a crazy lady, ben looks white as he take the sight of her in, we watch in stunned silence until she runs out of ammo gasping like she had just run a marathon “Damn i think thats the hottest thing you have ever done” He says breathlessly, she grins winking and throwing the gun over her shoulder “Save it for later baby” “Eweeee”

he said and hung up. Prisca was dazed. How could that son of a bitch commit a grave sin and get away with it very easily? He was now seen as the innocent one, a pure man with no sin while she was the sex-crazed whore, a psychopath who spends her life on whiskey. She started feeling a sharp pain in her head. She was so sad that she wanted to drink herself into a stupor. She headed over to the wine rack to get some whiskey, but to her disappointment, there was none.

“Ten glasses of manhattan.” After a few minutes of receiving her order, the bartender handed her the glasses of liquor she had asked for. Akira stared at it and drank it, causing a burning sensation in her throat. She groaned while sliding the glass onto the table, licking her lower lips that tasted blood. She bit her lips so hard in anger that it became an open wound. Akira sighed and muttered, “It's not even sweet. What the hell is with those vampires saying our blood is sweet? It tastes like fucking iron rust!”

' Goosebumps spread over Lynette's skin at the thought. Averia blinked, clearly disappointed.“ So…no dramatic criminal backstory?” Lynette shot her a look.“ Keep talking and I'll return your gift.” Mrs. Carter let out a relieved sign, her hand pressing lightly against her chest.“ You nearly gave your mother a heart attack. Then where did all this come from?” “ Year-end bonuses,” Lynette lied, though her heart was beating rapidly.“ And a few brand deals. I just thought I'd spoil everyone a little since we would be leaving for the countryside.

The jet takes a sharp right and she trips and falls into my lap. The moment she lands on me, I break out in Goosebumps. I, Jamey Salvador getting Goosebumps. What was happening to me? Her ass sat perfectly on my dick and I get feel it growing every second she didn’t get up. This was torture. Torture that I wanted more and more of. “Miss white,” I groan slightly “you seem to be making it a habit to be on top of me.” Her cheeks flush red but she avoids looking at me, I can tell she can feel my length beneath her. She tries to get up but falls again, harder this time.

Damon hasn't come to visit me since that night and I didn't want to stay in my room wondering where the hell he could be. "Plus he's white," she added making me look at her confused. "What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "When did white boys get so sexy?" she exclaimed making me chuckled a little bit. That was true if I were to look at Ryan, the statement stod with him. He was undeniably attractive and his personality was a bonus. He was definitely someone's dream boy. The waitress served our main dish. I had ordered a medium-rare steak with salad and Destiny had the fall-off-the-bone ribs with sweet potato fries. The taste of both of the meals was exquisite. I couldn't help my

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. I waited, eyes following his movement. He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could smell the smoke and leather on his skin. His hand lifted, knuckles grazing a spot above my brow where I hadn’t even realized I was bleeding. “You’re not supposed to look this good when you’re bleeding,” he muttered. What? I raised a brow, taking a subconscious step back. “You came in here to flirt?” “No.” His eyes flicked to mine, darker now. “I came in here to see if you’d cry.”

He suddenly seems like a calm man on a mission, sliding the gun from his hip with practiced ease, twisting a long, dark tube onto the barrel so smoothly it is almost hypnotic, all while he strolls toward Amanda. My heart craters. He taps the barrel against her stomach. “You sure Enrique’s the baby’s daddy?” She looks scared stiff, and for a moment, I feel sorry for her. Just for a moment. Amanda trembles, voice cracking. “Y-yes … Enrique’s. The DNA … the report —” T-Bone bends his arm back and rests the barrel tip against his lips, chewing her answer. “Great.” Then suddenly, he swings the gun at Brian.