Razor Blade Romance Novels & Stories

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

It made Ava blush and her heart pound, even though she did not have feelings for Niel. Niel, watching Ava blush and her eyes shyly avoiding his gaze, felt even more pleased. He was undeniably charming. With a gentle smile, Niel engaged in light-hearted conversation with Ava, discussing trivial matters. Ava blushed as she chatted with Niel. She was genuinely shy and a bit excited. This was her first time dining with a man in such a romantic restaurant, and it felt both novel and thrilling. As the two chatted, their dishes arrived, and they continued their conversation while enjoying their meal.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I woke up stretched across the soft expanse of Zayn’s massive bed, my entire body gloriously sore from a night of absolute, unbridled passion. We had made love throughout the dark hours, consuming each other until dawn broke. Slipping out from beneath the duvet, I stood before the mirror, my breath catching slightly as I counted the dark, beautiful love bites marking my skin — possessive stamps left by Zayn.

A dangerous allure pulsed in its presence, tempting me with the illusion of control over an internal tempest. Kneeling, my back met the cold wall, my knees drawn close to my chest. The razor felt cool against my trembling fingers. As I observed its ominous beauty, the desire to sever the physical pain mirrored the chaos within. I hesitated, caught in a struggle between the longing for relief and the innate instinct for self-preservation. The blade, a silent witness to the turmoil, hung in the air, its promise of escape tauntingly within reach. The bathroom held a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of my breaths and the persistent echoes of his lies. The razor's cold touch agai

“I’d love to see you make me. But know that when this leads to chaos, you started it by rejecting my mate - your future Luna.” That did it. Her eyes flashed a dangerous golden glint and before I could anticipate it, her hands reached to the fork carefully placed beside her and she threw it precisely my way with the force of a fireball. I gasped, about to duck from the object whirling towards me. But Blade’s hands swiftly caught the knife, and I watched as the impact slightly tore into his skin. Yet it didn’t deter him from clenching hard onto it, allowing his blood to seep down the knife before he furiously flung it back in her direction.

I murmur her name, “Blair.” Blade glances back to me for a moment with a deep frown. I don’t know if he thought I said his name or what, but he wasn’t happy right now. Blair gets off of the wolf with wide eyes and she begins to walk towards me, stumbling as she does, and says, “Raya! Oh my god, I can’t believe I found you.” Blade blocks my body from her view and demands, “Stay back.” The wolf instantly shifts, fully nude as he moves between Blade and Blair and says, “Stand down, vamp. She means no harm.”

I firmly grasped the sharp blade, causing Jonathan's eyes to widen in shock. "I want to fulfil your every desire, please let me do this.” I implored, and without hesitation, I started cutting my hand. The pain was only a fleeting sensation as my wounds healed within seconds. I would do anything for my love, and this was nothing compared to the torment he had endured. Jonathan turned away from me, his back facing me. As he was about to escape, I grabbed his arm tightly, refusing to let him go. Anger burned in his eyes as he faced me.

Razor yelled and paced faster, his mind a confusion of thoughts and depraved thoughts. “Why don’t you calm down before you play with her?” I purred at him. I sat on a log and exposed my wet glistening cunt to him. “Come inside and release those tension, then you can play with pinky while she hangs on for her dear life.” Razor’s eyes widened and he quickly discarded his trousers before jumping on me. His curved cock plowed into me and he began to fuck me like his life depended on it. “Harder, faster,” I urged lustfully and wrapped my legs around him. His Sulfur Yellow aura was slowly changing with each slamming thrusts of his curved cock to Lavender. His bloodlust was turning into sexual ener

Blade steps back from Wrath, picks up the dead rogue and throws it into the bathroom before walking back over to the sitting room door and beckoning to the next one. Blade was surprised at how quickly his mate was recovering as Wrath feeds on all six werewolf rogues killing each one. When Wrath drops the last rogue he looks at Blade, eyeing him up and down, the sight making his cock throb painfully hard. With the effect of the Blood Moon and his body and mind, on a high from taking so many werewolf lives, Wrath stalks toward Blade and without saying anything Wrath pulls Blade into a dominant kiss. Blade growls into the kiss returning the dominance only this seems to challenge the Alpha Royal