Playboy Bloods Novels & Stories

I can't have my hands holding unto his own before finding out what happened. " I'm sorry, what is wrong?". He was a bit hurt about my refusal. " Nothing! But I feel like you're lying to me". I said and then told him what I saw. The blood and how much it made no sense to me that the first thing I'd see would be blood _ was it human blood or is it something else?.. "What do you want to know?". After deliberating about the whole thing for almost an hour, he was finally willing to open his mouth and tell me the truth..

He set her down on the wide leather sofa, his massive frame instantly coming down over hers, completely blocking out the rest of the world. "Leo, your hand is bleeding," Gia whispered, her fingers reaching up to catch his left wrist as he leaned down. "Let it bleed," Leo muttered, his eyes burning into hers with a raw, explicit hunger that made her pulse jump violently. He didn't let her pull away. He grabbed both of her hands, pinning them flat against the leather cushions above her head, his long fingers interlocking with hers, pressing the damp warmth of his blood right into her palms. It was a dirty, visceral mark of their alliance—a physical manifestation of the contract they had just s

Derek's POV "That one at that table says lonely and Sex percentage 30%," I snapped my finger in the direction of my point of interest. We were at our favourite hook-up club where we sat at the bar and we evaluated the take-to-bed worthiness of every girl in the club by their looks, assets and how much flavour they would bring to the bed. It was kind of a tradition of ours of which we ended up screwing the girl with the highest score in our Playbook. So far so good no one's reached the average score.

Cas’ P.O.V. The blood moon party was in high gear with willing blood donors, alcohol, and loud music. There were many people grinding against each other and a select few just outright fucking on the side of the dance floor. The blood moon had us all feeling high and powerful. I thankfully was able to keep most of my sense about me, thanks to my human side.

When we do it for love, it’s even better. Their life isn’t that normal. Their lives are always at risk. However, she has no regrets that she was part of THE PLAYBOY’S DOWNFALL.

Blood gushed out and bone exposed. Noah bit his lip to stop from screaming. His face turned pale, but he smiled. "You got the meat… Now tell me—where's May?" Still, the wolf ignored him, turned, and led the pack over the wall. Noah collapsed. Even as he lost consciousness, he murmured, "May… I'm coming." … Noah woke after a week. The scene of Ava being mauled made it to the headlines, censored but still shocking. Investigative reporters exposed abuse in the Potters' Zoo, including footage of handlers torturing animals and photos of rich clients using the habitats as hunting grounds.

~ Thomas~ TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. As I flipped through the magazine, my gaze landed on a boldly scribbled heading– 30 UNDER 30: THOMAS BROWN TOPS THE LIST 3 YEARS IN A ROW. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page. Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m?

A thick, blood-red mist sprayed from his eyes, nose, and mouth as his body expanded, twisted, and tore itself apart right in front of me. It was the most evil forbidden magic of the black market. A blood-red beast, with eyes burning with black fire and three times the size of a normal Alpha wolf, materialized before me. Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the hall, it unleashed a roar at me that threatened to shatter my eardrums. "Willow!" Lucian shouted. As the candles were extinguished, a monstrous claw slammed down toward the pup in my womb. The next second, a black shadow slammed between me and that massive claw.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

"Come on! Classified missions? We've looked into you. Your parents are just poor farmers. You don't even have a brother-in-law. Someone online just recognized your sister. She was a massage therapist!" Josephine gasped. "The photos have been taken down, but someone just messaged me about them. He's willing to pay ten thousand dollars per photo for this set." She pointed at the photo of Jacob stubbing out the cigarette in Natasha's mouth. "They even said they'd be willing to pay 30 million dollars for an ashtray like this!" The men grew extremely excited. "Who knew her death could be worth so much?" "Even though there's not much of her lower body left, the buyer could have her head as an asht