Deadpool And Death Romance Novels & Stories

"I looked up into Death's face as he looked down on me. 'Can you kiss me, please?' I stuttered out. I watched as he turned his head. 'Vick, you know that I can't... we can't.' 'Please, Death.' With a sigh, he finally turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and then he brought his lips down on mine. I held onto him as we shared a passionate kiss. He was like a breath of life to my darkness, and I wanted more. As our tongues intertwined, I managed to pull him down onto the bed with me. I swung my legs over his lap and began to straddle him. 'Please, Death,' I begged again, as I began to remove my top. I watched as his eyes dilated and he let out a curse. 'Vick,' he growled, his voice thick with de

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

“Get in. My men will take care of the remaining procedures. You both need to rest.” I want to argue about not wanting to leave my father yet, but Bella clasps her hand firmly around mine and pulls me to the car. Just as one of the bodyguards is about to shut the door, I see him looking as immaculately breathtaking and statue-like as ever in a well-tailored black suit. An angel without wings, or should I say a demon without powers? Truce King, my first and only love. *** Two weeks later “You’re going to marry Janelle”.

" All of us had something we were hiding from back in our packs, D was the only one who seemed to have a place for us here. Everything was great and then you and your girlfriend came with problems we haven't even imagined. Were we wrong to open our dates to you?" " You mean that D is dead?" Roman asked, still dumbfounded by that news. " Yes, you and your girlfriend have killed her." A man said. " Her death will not be in vain. I promise you this. I will find another safe space for you all because this is all my fault." Roman said. " Yeah right. No one is taking your promise seriously...just fuck off" One of them said. Roman and Aidan couldn't even get themselves to look at D's corpse as they

“You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!” “You are willing to do this just to save the lives of the people who hated you?” “All I need is your death...the rest doesn’t matter.” “Nicoleteeeee!” I hear a scream, I look at Darren for the last time...I get lost in memories...Our first meeting, surely no one can bond the way we did, my rebellion, when I cried, he hugged me and kissed me, I admit at that moment I wanted to kill him when we made love on a mission and imprinted our marks on his neck...I will love him forever.

There was no way I survived that shot point-blank in the chest. “Come on, we don't have much time.” I warily eyed the dashing man in a long dark coat swirling behind him. “Uh, excuse me. Who are you?” He flashed a charming grin that caused my heart to fall to its knees. Why the heck did I keep meeting this godforsakenly delectable men? First the crime boss that deceived me, another woman's betrothed… Now him with the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen? “Pardon the late introduction.” He pulled off his hat and ruffled raven black hair, then he tipped his head in a bow. “Adrien Draven. Your grim reaper.”

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

*DARK MOONED PACK* "No! I don't want this! Why should I be made to choose an Alpha amongst other Alphas? I want to find my mate… I know he is out there–" "An..drea Marcol! You are my only successor and the future Luna of this pack. You can not rule without a mate by your side, if not this pack would be even more vulnerable than it is. What are you going to do, if I no longer exist tomorrow?! Andrea, it's way past the age to keep looking for your mate, my dear do this for me, please?" My dad said with determination laced in his eyes but it did nothing to hide his heartache. He was stubborn but I was too.

Archillus stared at Emily. "You say that to every female soul I reap," Death said. "No, I don't!" Archillus denied. "Yes you do! You're always being interested with female souls." Death emphasizes the word "interested". "I'm just trying to show my enormous love." Archillus deepens his voice a little, trying to sound sexy. "Just look at that soul you are currently reaping, Isn't she someone you want to be with twenty four seven?" He pointed at Emily. "No. I want us to part ways as soon as possible. I can't grow attached towards her," Death replied.