Playboy Bloods Novels & Stories

I begged and before Harry could retaliate it was already smashed to pieces as blood oozed out attracting people around and the paparazzi. ©Pop Precious

He’ll discard her and find himself a new little toy. But there is the matter of her blood. If he turns her, he’ll have an endless supply and there is no way Baron will let someone like her go. She’ll be his own, private little fountain of pleasure. Golden blood makes us high. I’ve only had it once in my life, and I swore never again. The euphoria was intense, bordering on painful, and it lasted for hours. I woke up naked, covered in blood, surrounded by naked vampires and human corpses.

My blood boils in rage as I spot a fucking dead man unbuckling his belt and trying to penetrate my girl. [Po!!!]

“Asshole! Don't you have another girl, that you want to rape me all over?” “No, I just want to be with you, damn girl!” Jake moved his hand to start stripping Syila's shirt, then down to her pants. As soon as she was about to unzip Syla, the woman screamed in panic. “Damn Grilled Corn, I'm on my period!” Jake looked at her in horror. “Seriously?” “Wanna see? Or do you want to have sex while covered in blood?” Jake couldn't believe it, he stuck his hand inside Syila's jeans and he found the damn foam that had succeeded in making his lust disappear without a trace.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

Those reporters were the ones who needed answers, and would ask the dumbest or the easiest questions to get that pay raise. He pointed to a young man, wearing glasses and a crooked red tie. He cleared his throat before asking the second question "It's no surprise that you are well known throughout the tabloids for many different reasons. Tell us how you are planning to show people that you are ready to take on such a responsibility." If he says anything about Playboy Rehab I'm going to choke him. "Well, it's important to make a name out of yourself, and clearly my name is a little more...dynamic than others."

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.

I took a deep breathe and position myself near the window. The unknown man soon made it's appearance. He was bald and had a lots of scar carved on his naked torso. He scanned the room carefully like he was looking for something. Or should I say, looking for us. Luckily, he did not turn his head from where I was standing still. He looked down again from where his friends was. "There's no one in here! Are you sure you've seen the Albino girl in here?" He exclaimed. I heard no response on his questions. But before he could tilt his head towards my direction, I swiftly slit his throat with the poisonous herb I smeared on it.