Novelas y relatos de Carmilla Carmine

"Tangerine interrupted Dos for a moment to calm down. Uno walks out after he tied Mayora's arms and feet. Uno tried not to worried about Tangerine, for he is having no proof from what he thinks lately. Every night a girl named Carmilla always bugging his dreams. He doesn't even know whats the connection of him to her. He was even more confused when they met this woman, he thought he was just dreaming but it was true, it was Tangerine who was holding some of her equipment when they first met. He could not forget the image of the girl because he saw it in a dream every night. He doesn't even know if it's just one person or maybe his mind is just playing games. Uno just feels that he needs to f

“The Rosette’ family runs an architectural chain of companies that focuses on market value and builds establishments for finance-based companies which they have a good relationship of. Carmilla is the elder young missy wherein she has a younger sister named Clarise, it is suspected that they don’t have a good relationship with each other.” he read out loud, glancing over if his companion has heard and understood everything that he just said, in which she did.

The blade gleamed, sharpened to a fine edge. "You really think I'd fall for the same trap twice?" Before he could react, I slashed the blade across my own arm. Blood welled up instantly, and I smeared it over my clothes and skin. Right on cue, the door burst open. "Mr. Morland, please don't hurt Carmen! She's just... lonely, that's why she's meeting a man in a place like this—" Hazel's plea died in her throat as she saw me, standing there, and covered in blood.

Damien said. “And what do you think?” Elena asked quietly. “They’re about to find out how wrong they are,” Damien said. He drove fast. Elena watched the city pass by, trying to process everything. She had killed someone tonight, or at least helped. Her hands still smelled of blood, even after washing twice. Her father was dead. She was the head of a crime family she never wanted to join. And she was driving with a man who wanted to marry her for her territory. “First time?” Damien asked.

"Zuri, over here!" Carmilla waved enthusiastically, though she didn’t need to—I’d spotted her through the window the moment I’d stepped out of my car. I slid into the chair across from her, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. There was no denying Carmilla’s beauty—she was like something out of a dream. Fair skin, wavy blonde hair that spoke to her American heritage, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate pointed nose. Her lips were painted a deep plum red, and faint freckles dusted both shoulders.

Emily’s POV The warm Caribbean breeze kissed my sun-kissed skin as I stepped onto the wooden deck of the private villa. Palm trees swayed lazily against a perfect turquoise sky, and the ocean whispered promises of relaxation. This was supposed to be our second honeymoon—eight years of marriage to Ryan, and I desperately needed this escape. At thirty-two, I still turned heads with my curvy figure: full breasts that strained against bikini tops, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and long wavy auburn hair that cascaded down my back. But lately, the spark in our bedroom had dimmed to polite routine. Ryan worked endless hours as a corporate lawyer, leaving me—a graphic designer who worked fr

She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt with a high slit over her left thigh. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of the diamond-trimmed garter she was wearing. Her heels were spiked with a gold tip and fringe that swayed off the back of her heels as she walked; she wore only a black jacket, with a lace, push up bra beneath. The jacket allowed me a beautiful view of her body. Her eyes were closed, and the car was silent as we presumably traveled home.

"There was this girl though, and she didn't take the hint. She didn't back away. She was always crowding him, going to extreme lengths to talk to him, walk with him, sit with him, eat with him. No matter how much he pushed her away or gave her the cold shoulder, she'd still come back like nothing happened. She annoyed him to no end, but she also intrigued him. She was like a fiery wrecking ball that smashed into his cool detached world and set it ablaze. He was curious." "What was her name?" "Hannah" "What did she look like?" "Like her personality, exactly like that. Completely with fiery red hair that was of course dyed, but still. She always had a wild and mischievous look in her eyes, she

She asked as we all moved out of the back door. “Willow.” He answered. I immediately linked Hannah and Cyrus to meet us, and followed the to the river. The sight I saw was unsettling and a strong wave of overwhelming sorrow and fear flooded through Ana. I was shocked she was able to remain so calm. It nearly knocked me to my knees. There was trails of blood everywhere and leaves of flesh and clothes scattered around a small framed woman her eyes were flickering blue and water circled her unsteadily. I could smell her fear mingled with four different lycan scents.

BEEP! Isang busina ang pumukaw sa atensyon ko. Agad na lumapit sa akin si Calista at sabay namin sinalubong si Crimson. She just got out from her maroon Chevrolet Volt. She was wearing a beige pencil cut, topped with a white long sleeves and a beige blazer jacket. Mukhang kagagaling lang niya sa opisina.