Razor Blade Romance Novels & Stories

“Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.” Raina came over to where I was and pointed at Sandy. “Have you two even kissed before?” She asked and it felt like the room became smaller. “K-Kissed?” Sandy chuckled. “No… why would we do that?” “You see?!” Raina’s loud voice made me jump. I sighed. “Can you go straight to the point?”

When he arrived at the said hotel, he did not find anyone else there, except for a woman wearing a red dress and short hair. At first he didn't see her face but when she approached him he realized that it was Beatrice. "Bea?" when he approached him, he quickly raised his left arm while holding a pair of scissors and pointed at him. There was a trace of depression on his face and his eyes seemed to darken towards the gentleman. Stephen grabbed her hand immediately, but his palm was pierced by the scissors he was holding and his blood was leaking down the girl's elbow. "Bea! what happened to your hair?" he was curious when he noticed the girl's short hair.

His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it. "You're trembling, my sweet wife. And your perfume..." He took a slow, deliberate breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. "Vanilla? My file said Kendra only wears French jasmine. Tell me... are you afraid of a blind man? Or are you afraid of me finding out who you really are?" Avery’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Before she could even gasp, Damien pulled back, a ghost of a cold, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”

VIOLET POV It feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful and precise, watching the smile on his face as he shaves me bald and makes me so tender. I flinch as the razor dips between my ass cheeks, and then I giggle for being so silly.

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

The unexpected touch, plus the fear already eating at me made me jerk away, pushing away as though that would save me from him. He simply stared at me, mouth set into a firm line, his eyes cold and calculating. Then suddenly he smiled, and the action made the hair on my skin raise. “If I don’t hear back from Lamido tomorrow, I think I have found myself a luna, Blade. A perfect luna if I may say.” “You did?” the man, no, Blade asked, turning in his seat to look at us. Turk smiled again, and this time, when he pulled me to his body, I had no chance to break free, because both arms now circled my waist in a tight grip, my face flush against his chest.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Blade asked, giving them a deadly stare. "She was to be the next Luna of the pack. But as you have found yourself a mate, won't you make Azura your wife instead—" Blade crashed his fist on the table, separating him from the elders. His actions caused the elder to stop talking. "Don't you dare repeat those words again. Because if you do, I won't think twice before I dethrone you from your position and feed you to the wolves. I have taken enough of your trashy talks. And if you have come here to discuss Azura and her father, then I better inform you that I do not care about her. She is a vampiress who needed more power, and I needed blood. We are fucking friends with benefits. I hope you do no

Her heart skipped when she met his gaze, but she forced herself to focus, continuing with careful strokes. "Like this?" she whispered. His gaze didn't waver. "Yeah." After a while, a question surfaced on her mind. "Roman… how come you've never given me flowers?" His brows drew together. "The other day, Rhys brought Lena flowers. Took her on a date." She continued shaving. "I mean, you've taken me on romantic dates during our vacation. But not flowers." She sulked. Roman went still. Then took the razor from her hand, rinsing his face.