Carmilla Carmine X Reader 소설 & 이야기

Willingly, I parted my lips open and took his’ into mine, nibbling at his lower lips and failing to breathe properly. I found my hand behind his neck, urging him on. He pulled out and separated his lips from mine. His lips were slightly purplish and plumier than ever. “I do like you, Carmilla.” He whispered, then went further to take my lips into his, kissing his way and slipping his hand underneath my head to arch my head further.

And for a moment, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, this man wouldn’t be as cold as the world that had handed her to him. “Harrison, repeat after me,” the officiant continued. “I, Harrison, take you, Carmilla, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward…” His voice was steady, full of intent, and when he looked at her—really looked—there was something disarming in his eyes. Something human. Carmilla felt her throat tighten, but she forced herself to breathe. “Carmilla, repeat after me.” “I, Carmilla, take you, Harrison, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward…”

“It seems like Crystal succeeded in her mission, you’re free to go as long as you agree to keep everything a secret. I will orient you with everything that happened as of late, once Crystal comes back, you will go back in your place—” “If I go back to my old life, will you come back with me?” Carmilla asked, taking ahold of the man’s hands in hers, looking up hopeful in his eyes as she interrupted his little speech. “We can get back at the Dencio Household, you’ll get everything that you deserve. You can get your revenge, and I’ll help you.” She added, willing to give anything of her possession, as long as it aids the man in getting what he long deserved.

And since Layla I suppose, as well. I head back inside the pack house and find that some pack members have started to wake up. There’s an excited buzz in the air, and I can’t help but feel it a little too. Carmen seems to be avoiding me; she’s been off with Gamma Samuel today talking in hushed tones. I watch her from a distance, watch as she blushes at his words every now and again. I know they’ve been flirting with each other for a while now, and I’ve even approached her and confirmed my approval, which she brushed off and denied having feelings for him at all. But anyone with eyes can see how she acts around him. She shares the same pale complexion as me, and wears her emotions across her

I smirk as I press the end to his exposed heart, sending jolts of pain through his body as he screams. Screaming in my presence won’t save you from the inevitable. Some would say I give a shit about Gianna. I don’t, but none shall come for what’s mine and live to tell the tale. Carl is all but dead by the time I’m done, yet I need the information he can no longer give me. Before he takes his last breath, I need to read his mind. I hand the cattle prod to Josh, and he takes it. I then place my hands on either side of Carl’s head, calling on my vampiric powers.

I speared a piece of cheesecake, ready to drown every leftover thought of Lucas and Dylan in sugar—and froze. Across the restaurant, just past the row of potted palms, a tall figure slid into view. I almost choked on air. “What the—” Dylan’s brow creased. “Emma?” I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a sharp whisper. “Don’t look now, but the devils just found each other.” Of course he turned anyway. Smooth, smug Nathan. And beside him—Carmilla. Her sleek hair looked freshly blow-dried, but her expression looked like she wasn’t enjoying his company at all.

carl asks again pulling out his gun. The said bitch walks to him as she undresses his body with her thirsty eyes and smirking. "This bitch is gonna suck your hot ass dry," she slurs seductively licking her fucking lips. Fuck it.

His fist is still tightly closed, but it uncurls as soon as our eyes meet. Damon. What is he doing here? Is he following me? He was about to extend his hand, but my reflexes kicked in and caused me to flinch away, snarling in response. “No, don’t you dare touch me!” There’s something in him. A little different with his aura, but there’s no mistaking it is no other than Damon Montreal. “It’s late Cara, let me take you home.” His gaze softened and take another step closer but I backed away.

she said, voice steady. Kael crossed the room in a blur, cupped her face, and kissed her hard. “You’re mine. And we fight together.” --- But in the darkness of the northern woods, across mountains and frozen rivers, another Alpha heard the call. He stood over a burning body, eyes cold and cruel. “The Lunari lives again,” he whispered. And his fangs lengthened in hunger. “Then she will die by my hand.” ---

I maintained a polite but distant demeanor, holding the book with just the right amount of pressure on the spine, neither ingratiating nor reluctant to part with it. This rare book had tempted me, but it wasn't something I should accept. "Mr. Gross, I finished reading the book last night. Thank you for lending it to me," I said, placing the book on his desk. "I said it's yours now," Cyrus said, his gaze lifting. The scent of cedar and leather washed over the desk, carrying the subdued dominance of his Lycan heritage. His pupils gleamed with a faint golden light under the lamp, the edges of his vertical pupils barely visible, like a lurking predator slowly opening its eyes.