Jeffree Star Blood Lust Novels & Stories

They walked to his car giggling like high schoolers. She was about to compliment him when she heard it, the gunshot, a sharp sound that left her paranoid and Gavin in a pool of blood.

I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app. I brushed my dark hair backwards, starting a live video. “Hi, everyone. It's me, Davis Beckett. Your biggest Benison star. And I'm here to publicly apologize to someone we've all… practically tortured and bullied with our words and actions. I want to confess that I…I was behind the release of Alexandra Moore's diary.”

Skin to skin in eagerness, Lisa could feel a sinful ache that was arising from her inner thighs. Cyrus was glad by her response. She wasn't kissing back but he could feel that she didn't show any sign of protests. After a long lingering kiss and the scent of her arousal, Cyrus was getting insane in lust. His fangs ached wanting to bite something bad. Leaving her lips numb with a last smooch, he asked huskily, " Now give me your blood, Pet or else I will end up doing something that you will regret."

The doctor said handing a file to me, I didn’t bother to collect the sheet. I wanted to break something. I wanted to hit someone, to shoot someone. Something inside of me wanted to destroy something, anything. If it was someone who had been a threat, I would either beat life out of the person or shoot him in the head. I would end his life in either the most painful way, ripping him limb by limb, or cutting his life with one silent shot. The most annoying part of the whole thing was that I should have seen this coming. My first and last encounter with blue blood, he had this shitty look of triumph on his face.

Then he leaned over me, and hissed, "Stop lying, little bitch. It won't save you, and it won't save him either." Pain radiated through my entire face, and the cut he made wasn't healing. Drystan traced the wound with his finger and licked off my blood, humming at the taste. "I'm going to enjoy drinking your blood, and not even this mark is going to stop me." He elongated his claws and slashed them across the crook of my neck.

“They let me go, says I’m not worth their time.” “Woah! So, they could resist the taste of blood, too?” Laura jumped out of bed to clasp her arms at his cold ones, her eyes bulging as she tried making a cute face to coax more answers out of him. Soyet shook her hands off before walking back and forth once again. “That depends. But the one following you seemed not to be the case. He could barely hide his bloodlust. But he probably loves playing with his prey, weakening them first, before taking them into his stomach.”

I gave him a soft smile before looking down. "Can we just eat and leave now" Emma sighs at Rex and everyone starts eating. "You got stuck in traffic?" Theo nodded. I figured he was the quiet type. He was very muscular. More than Alex and Rex. A very visible tattoo ran from his neck and disappeared in his shirt but I saw its end at his forearm when he folded his sleeves back. He had jet black hair, I saw his black eyes when he nodded at me. "I hope you guys don't give her a hard time." she smiled.

I don't know why but everything taste is extremely good to me now food wise like I just be hungry all the time. When we were finished we started watching N*****x 360 days OMG this movie this man he's a mafia crime Lord who is in love with a girl who had saved him from destruction. All he wants to do is love her and give her the world but they got to go through so much pain and trauma before they can be together. It was around 11: 00pm before we headed to the bed to get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow I'm going to show Allen around the town.

Terrified her mother would hear, she twisted her head and sank her teeth into the thick muscle of his shoulder. Xavier snarled at the bite, the pain only making him thrust harder. “That’s it—fight me, sweetheart. Fucking mark me.” He pulled back and slammed in again, the bed creaking louder, wood splintering faintly under the force. The rhythm was merciless—deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce and the headboard knock against the wall.

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.