Carmilla Carmine Novels & Stories

"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.

My wolf roars, and I want to roar with him. On a stone slab carved with ancient symbols, Callista lies motionless. Scarlet carvings line her alabaster skin, bleeding out into the stone to fill the crevices with the crimson liquid. Her clothes are stained with the same color, completely red than the gossamer white they should be. Her unblinking eyes look up into the moon, unfocused. Even when my face fills her vision, she doesn’t look at me. She’s still breathing, but her eyes are lifeless.

"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.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Caliban's free hand went back to my pussy where he began to rub my clit in a torturous circular movement in time with the harsh thrusts he picked up. I braced myself against the flat top of the stone railing and in doing so allowed Caliban to pound into me at a much deeper angle. I bit my bottom lip and whimpered when his grip on my neck tightened briefly. As he leaned more into me, pressing me against the rough stone I inhaled deeply when his hand left my throat. But my eyes were drawn to the back of his hand as he braced it along the edge of the railing. A smear of red was spread across his bruised knuckles and I gasped at the sight. There was blood on his hand.

We met Emmett, Danny, Max, Gideon, King Nicklaus and Queen Poppy all moving to the tight circle of rogues protecting something and I would bet my life it was Carmen at the centre. "Remember we need her blood to seal the damn spell and send her to hell." Danny growled as we all nodded. "Lets finish this as one all together." Emmett called. Alex, Alpha Williams and the Vampire's were holding the line around Madame Lux and the witches. Moving forward together Emmett and I fought side by side and soon Carmen was visible amoungst the carnage of the battle. She was holding her hands up chanting something as a ring glowed around her.