Gore Novels & Stories

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Bite me. "What would you have done if you were in my position vee? What? You talked back to her You were not nice too It was normal for her to flare up." "Why did you bother coming here when you know you would only end up defending your mother?" " I am not defending anybody but Vee, that was rude! You had no respect for me because if you do, you would have respected, my mom, too. I apologise for what my mom said but that does not cover up for your actions too.

The door creaked open. Gorak entered, still bare-chested, his braids swaying as he kicked off his boots. His amber eyes locked on her immediately, raking over her bound form, oiled skin glistening in the firelight, golden hair fanned out, bare pussy exposed and vulnerable. “Fuck,” he rumbled, voice thick with approval. He approached slowly, circling her like a predator admiring prey. “Look at you, little sun. All cleaned up and shining. That pale skin… those full tits heaving… and that smooth cunt, begging for a real cock.”

" She trailed. " I think I've heard Enough " I said and cleared my throat . " You know anytime I give Massimo a head , he'd go on and on with the s*xy groans and ...." Grace said and a blush stained my cheeks badly. " You haven't given him a head before ? Yvonne asked . " I've ..done it " I said biting my lower lip and they laughed. " I knew it my cousins are not called S*x gods for nothing " she added .

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

He slammed her face hard on the table earning a scream from her as she thrashed in his hold. Titus was about to rip off her pants when Leon growled like a vicious animal and with one maddening jerk, the chair’s wooden handle where his wrists were cuffed broke abruptly. Grabbing that same shard of wood Leon lunged at Colby. Piercing that wooden shard in his stomach and then twisting it. The other goon hit Leon with a baseball bat making him groan out in pain, whereas Titus tried to undress Eleanor. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Growling inhumanly Leon jumped on Titus and they both fell on the floor. Leon punched him hard across his face but the goon hit that bat on Leon's head from behind.

“So, what’s your plan exactly?” Kiran asked me as I drove toward Garfield Park. “Jessica gave me her cloak and since you insisted on coming with me, you can make us disappear. Will you be able to open the gate in the basement? It works with biometric fingerprints on our cards but they would have disabled mine upon my death,” I said. “I don’t know. I’ve never had to open a fancy gate like that before,” he said with a smile. I pulled into Bo’s driveway and the garage doors opened up. I pulled inside and switched the car off. I got out and Kiran opened his door as well.

It was more of a threat than a life-ending mechanism since, you know, vampires can’t die unless you stake them “ If you ever, ever, talk about my mother again I will gut you right here right now. You hear me?! “ Ethan shouted “ Y-yes, sir, “ he mumbled. “ Louder! “ Ethan said squeezing a little tighter. “ Yes, sir, “ he said looking Ethan dead in the eyes We all went silent. We all remembered that fateful day when his mother died. It was hard for us werewolves, so I can’t imagine how hard it was for Ethan. I hadn’t seen nor talked to him in at least 14 years. The werewolves didn’t even bother saying it wasn’t us that served her head on the platter. It was the omega that used to be in our pac