Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

"But the Head of the Vampire Council said that if I was unwilling, Ash would not find my blood ‘enjoyable.’ He didn't mention anything about the law when he said it." Amanda smirked. "Well, that part wasn't about the law. The blood tastes differently depending on the emotions the blood donor feels. Fear or pain tastes bitter or sour and often ruins everything. The feelings of excitement, pleasure, and desire add more sweet and spicy flavor, and, of course, love is the most ennobling emotion. Pleasure and desire are easy to trigger using compulsion, while love is nearly impossible. To those jerks from the council, using compulsion is the way to make the blood drinkable. None of them would bot

Kalil The house was quiet when I headed upstairs. KJ was snoring and he’d kicked his covers off when I peeked in on him. I put them back over him then headed down the hall. Mak laid in the fetal position with the comforter and sheets pulled up around her neck and over her ears. It wasn’t even cold in here. She stirred as I pulled them off of her, but didn’t wake. She wore a red tank top and lime green boy shorts. I loved her body. Her birthmark covered her butt and the top part of the back of her thighs. It was darker than the rest of her body and she said it makes her two-toned, so she hated it. I thought it made her different, so I loved it. While I watched her—in a non-creepy way—her eyes

Rex nodded at her before he turned his gun at a group, firing at them mercilessly, providing a cover for themselves. Zia had shot the man who had strangled her in the face before she had blown his brains off. Zia felt satisfied, a sudden wave of disbelief captured her heart. Why did she suddenly feel so good killing people, was it in her, a murderer, or a death reaper, who could only become joyful sending the others to the underworld.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

Her mouth twists and contorts into an evil smile. "Because Leena, I should have killed Lycanus. I'm only finishing the job. As for the hybrids, when that werewolf and vampire procreated, they created a being so toxic, that one bite would inject enough venom into the bloodstreams of their victims to cause unimaginable pain. You'd feel like your blood is on fire, and you'd be burning from the inside out." "Let me guess. Both the hybrids and Lancaster were only your pawns for this maniacal plan?"

Hate her. Yes. I hated her. I blamed her for everything and had never tried to ask her for an explanation. All the while, she had to deal with not just a mental disability, but also had to endure physical pain. How was that even fair on her part? “He..” she continued. “That night, I was supposed to spike Sapphire’s drink. The plan was to drug her when she was unconsious. But I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t find myself doing it. It was far more horrible than taking her life with a stab. The drugs could’ve ended her life. And I couldn’t do that to someone as innocent as her. So I took the spiked drink instead.”

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

He knew that if she stayed there for one more minute Derek was going to catch her and wouldn't waste any time in killing her. But then again he couldn't deny the fact that she was breathtaking. Her gorgeous face and long blonde hair was the thing that first got his attention, she was so beautiful and looked mature. He was sure that if Derek get his hands on her he was probably going to rape or kill her maybe he would even do both.

"You look absolutely radiant tonight." A shiver danced down my spine, not from the air-conditioned chill of the lobby, but from the predatory glint in Liam Thompson's piercing blue eyes. Towering over me by a good six inches, he exuded an aura of Hollywood charm honed to a sharp edge. His chiseled jawline, usually softened by a playful smirk, was set firm tonight, a hint of annoyance flickering beneath the surface. His perfectly tousled blonde hair, the color of sun-bleached wheat, framed a face that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo – a face that had launched a thousand magazine covers and countless teenage heartbreaks. But for all his undeniable attractiveness, there was a coldness

He is like a carnivorous plant, luring you in with all its charm, and beauty and then snapping you when you least expect it. Something my little Stormy is about to experience is if she is fucking us up, or is here to trick us into anything. We did get our reputation by following every set of legs that strolled on showing us a spunk that we all craved and desired for a change. It was through the crush, the hard, stoic ways we lead by. Our enemies need to know that not even by them dangling a sweet Cherie, a dark rose, a fire, and a storm we all crave in our lives will change our ways. We are lethal and calculated, never missing anything.