Novel & Cerita Romantic Horror

I yelled back and that resulted to another slap which made me spit out blood "fuck you Quincy" she said then the door knob was twisted as summer came in then went closer to ginger as they shared a passionate kiss "wow I never knew she was a lesbian.... gross" I thought as I watched in disgust "I'll be in the bedroom baby" summer said as she gave a sexy wink at her before heading outside but not before sending me a deadly glare

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“A haunted winter garden.” “Exactly. Peak gothic romance.” His mouth twitched. “You have an interesting definition of romance.” > “Says the man whose idea of flirting is emotional repression.” That earned her a laugh — quiet, genuine, the kind he tried to hide behind a sigh. And for the first time since they’d become bound by heartbeat, the air between them didn’t hum with tension. It just… was. --- But something about the roses wouldn’t leave Mira alone. They pulsed faintly with light — soft blue, the same hue that had marked the curse.

“The real ritual’s tied to Raymond’s heart—his life.” My blood runs cold, and Raymond stumbles, light fading. “What the hell does that mean?” I yell, catching him, his body heavy against me. He looks up, eyes soft but scared. “We keep fighting,” he whispers, and I kiss him, desperate, tasting blood and tears. “Damn right, sunshine,” I say, but the ground shakes, and wraiths swarm, stronger, as the blood moon glows brighter.

A low, feminine moan echoed from upstairs. I froze. Another moan followed, deeper this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. My heart pounded. I knew I should turn around and go back to my room… but my feet moved forward instead. I crept up the stairs, drawn by the sounds like a moth to flame. “Oh, my Lord… I can’t take anymore—” “You will take it,” a deep, commanding male voice growled. “You will take everything I give you.”

“I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!” “Oh God!”Polly gasped.She wasn’t crazy after all.The last five months had been nothing but sheer torture.Even Royce thought she just had a fanciful imagination,but now her own sister had become privy to the manor's supernatural aura. What was this darkness clouding her marital home?What did it want? “I was getting dressed,”Ginny continued.”All of a sudden I felt the room grow cold.I thought I must have left the window open,but when I checked it was closed.The cold seemed to come from everywhere.”

Ramon’s voice broke through the haze. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.” Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare celestial event tied to ancient magic. But this...” His eyes flicked back to the moon, narrowing. “This feels different. Stronger.”