Eddie Brock X Venom Novels & Stories

Taking the skin of her neck between his teeth, he thumbed her clit while stroking into her hard. Her back and neck arched off the bed, and she clamped down around his cock and came on a long hard moan. Sweet as fuck. "Again." He released his hold on her neck with his teeth and instead wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. He emptied inside her, one finger on her clit the other hand around her throat as she came one last time.

Edward quickly sped toward one of them who was already unconscious. "This is the payoff if you mess with the vampire prince of the world Draciana," Edward muttered. He brought his sharp fangs towards the neck of the man who had broken his bracelet. A second later the fangs pierced his skin and collarbone, sucking all of the man's blood without a trace. "Just die your trash!"

Who would answer Brock's call? The man ended his conversation with both excitement and hatred. Pointing at Zayn, he fumed darkly, “You’re dead, Larson! I’ve got someone from Violet Vision coming to us as we speak. That’s what you get for impersonating the chairman, dumba**! I wanna be here to watch you die!” Zayn gawked at him, flummoxed. Brock’s backup was someone from Violet Vision Media Corp? “Violet Vision, hmm? Who’s that—Sean Wilson, that fat*ss?”

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

he titled his head to a side and I could feel Vincent’s body tense up under my touch, causing me to panic as well. “Don’t fuck around with us, Dexter. We can still beat the shit out of you all, with or without the herb.” Edward took a dangerous step forward and I watched Dexter grin from ear to ear, causing a shiver down my spine. It’s his confidence that really makes me crumble into a million pieces. He always gets what he wants. “I hardly doubt that right now.” Without warning, the Armenius brothers lunged towards Edward and Raymond and I gasped when they all started throwing punches and hurling each other to the walls.

Hot tears stream down my cheeks as I stumble backwards and almost crash onto the pavement. Right then, I look up and my gaze clashes with my greatest nemesis. Zakari Von Hale. He’s draped against the balcony above the banner, flagged by his clique of five, looking like a king on his throne. The dark, devilish smirk on his lips tells me all I need to know. He did this. That unfortunate bastard did this! The pain and humiliation that threatened to choke me just three seconds ago dissolves, replaced by fury so venomous, it singes my veins.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

The contract is gone. Only ashes. And in their place, something no money could ever buy. Something no vengeance could touch. Something that started with a broken heart and a ruthless offer… and became the only thing either of us can’t live without.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.