Carmilla Carmine X Reader 소설 & 이야기

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Her eyes caught him cutting a rose as he in turn revealed his intention. "Lara my love, my cupcake, the mother of our child and other children to come. Please can you give us another chapter in life. I know you have given me your life for eternity. Your body, your love and your soul as well. Will you grant me your word to be my wife. I am not good with this but l just want to say 'marry me'," he finished as he put a ring on her finger without waiting for her answer as if he already knew. She ended up saying yes yes as she cried on his chest, she never expected to get married to a vampire but here she is loving one with all her being. She herself turning into one of them for his sake.

That was where the scent led me to. I kicked the door open as I spotted blood on the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Camilla close to the door, blood spilling from several places in her body. Hair stood on the ends of my skin as my eyes glowed with anger. My gaze locked on Damon's as his men laughed hard in my face. I saw the badges on their shirts. One was his Beta, and the other two were his Gammas. How could Gammas, the private messengers of the moon goddess, be involved in such a violent act?

LESSIE Sleep refused to come that night. I tossed, turned, pulled the covers up to my chin, kicked them off again. No matter what I did, the same memory played in my head on a cruel loop, Dante’s body slick with blood, towering over Lucky’s lifeless corpse, his amber eyes lit with fire and possession as he declared, “You are mine.” Even now, hours later, my skin still tingled with the echo of his words. My chest felt tight, like my heart was trapped between two cages, my human fear on one side, my wolf’s craving on the other.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Looking above me, I saw a large grey wolf of Carter Stonehill showing its teeth. “Fuck!” I quickly got up. I threw a rock and hit it right in the head as it was leaping towards me. I heard its whimper and thud as it hit the earth. I ran as fast as I could until I spotted a car. I quickly ran towards it. I noticed that someone stupidly left the keys in the car. I thanked the goddess, and my lucky stars. I quickly started the car, I threw the gear into drive as Carters wolf stalked towards me and began to speed away, he immediately ran towards me attempting to stop the car. I swerved away from him, throwing him off course, knocking him into a tree. Once I hit the main highway I hit the pedal a

They weren't so bad, there was a long white flowered flat dress which had no sleeves, a white plain shirt and two denim blue jeans shorts. She quickly wore the dress since it was the most comfortable among the rest. It had a layer of undergarment beneath it. The dress made her look like some abandoned fairytale princess. It wasn't all that bad. Caroline picked up the books, they looked so old and dusty. With an inscriptions that says HISTORY OF THE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT. She flipped through the pages of the book as she read about everything she wanted to know about Werewolves. She Saw how they transformed under the full moon and how they could shape shift.

The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco. Kane Rivers. Legendary bachelor, custodian of the Brim Pack, tall, broad, dangerous in every sense of the word. I’d met him before, sure. Exchanged nods, brief conversations. I knew who he was. I knew the stories. But seeing him tonight… seeing him in the firelight, eyes sharp, posture rigid, all control and intense — my chest started pounding for no reason I could explain. And then, somehow, our eyes met.

He was a genuinely kind man, never suspecting that his new friend 'Steven' harbored such dark intentions. Later that afternoon, Garett met his pregnant wife on the rooftop. Camilla was feeling particularly needy, her pregnancy cravings growing more eccentric by the day. "My love! I have a craving for camel blood! Will you find some for me?" the vampire woman pleaded. "Camel blood? Come now, Camilla. If you want rat or cat blood, I can manage that. But why a camel? Where would I even find such a thing?" "Please! Just find it for me!"

Carl says softly touching her bruised chin, stroking it Softly His eyes locked with her plump lip and his thumb went to it, feeling it's softness, enjoying the feeling "Gunner Shields" Carl says authoritatively and Mia watched as a tinted glass separated the limo "You can Scream all you want while I pleasure you Qūeridã, It's Sound proof" Carl says burying his face in her neck, sniffing her he stuck his tongue out tracing every bit of her neck, to her collar bone and to her cleavage in which he harshly bit on