Senses Fail Bloody Romance Novels & Stories

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

"Rena became the creature's target." Ignoring the screams of his parents, Romeo rushed to his room to get his jacket and left the house. It turned out that this was what he felt. The bad feeling that he had always brushed off all this time was bearing fruit for Rena, who fell ill. Romeo prays in his heart that all is well. By relying on his keen sense of smell, his eyes turned to the whitewashed room with the clear glass door closed tightly. He was about to open the door handle, but something stabbed him. Why does it hurt so much?

The angel blade is then pulled free and stabbed through my other thigh. The sound of guns in the distance is a dull background noise to mine and Blaze's combined pain. Darkness starts to consume us. My body grows cold. My breathing becomes shallow and erratic. My body grows more numb with each passing second. I'm dying. I can feel it. I feel just like Romeo did before he died in my arms.

The scent of rose lingered in the air, wrapping around everything like a whisper as Bianca tilted her face to receive St Just’s kiss, soft and probing, as her hand went to stroke his stubbled jaw. The water lapped gently as they moved, the sounds of her whimpering and his grunting, mingling with a distant melody, something low and slow, St Just’s choice, Bianca thought as she felt her body grasping the Irishman’s thick member helplessly, drowning in her orgasm as she came with a sob. The soft jazz tune continued as she cried out and O’Grady roared hoarsely. Everything was suddenly overpowering her senses, mind-blowingly; the warmth, the flicker of flame, the nearness of skin and breath.

Bianca padded softly down the stairs, still wrapped in nothing but the thin towel, damp hair clinging to her shoulders. The house was dim now, just the warm glow from the kitchen light spilling into the hallway. She was heading for a glass of water, or at least that’s what she told herself.She froze at the bottom step when she saw him. Dominic was leaning back against the counter, head tilted, one hand gripping the edge while the other moved with slow, deliberate strokes. His cock was out, thick and heavy, veins standing out as he worked himself. The scotch glass sat forgotten beside him. His jaw was tight, breathing rough, eyes half-closed, lost in whatever fantasy was playing behind them.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

his voice lower and I whirl to look at him, "I know" and a second later he too turned his head to look at me, our eyes met and everything around me went round in circles of blank and all I could see was the dark color of his eyes staring deeply into mine. Now that he was close to me I can see his face even without the source of light radiated inside this place. I could see him. What's wrong with me now? A lazy smile decorated my lips when I observed his face, his eyes- in dark color but I couldn't identify whether it was brown or pitch black. His hair is in dirty blonde color which I couldn't deny but- it suited him.

He stared at my bare, wet center with a hungry look in his eye. We had never turned off the movie and it kept playing ‘I Put A Spell On You’ by Bette Midler over and over again. But I barely registered the song because of the way Daniel was pleasuring me. Besides, I had no idea where the remote was and I wasn’t about to stop what we were doing to look for it. With his dark eyes on mine, Daniel leaned forward and slowly licked my wet center. “Oh, shit!” I screamed and closed my eyes, arching into his mouth.

My absolute headache and the reason I can’t look at another guy without laughing because, hello, how could I, after him? That summer didn’t give me pretty beaches and bonfires. No. It gave me blood on the floor, betrayal sharp enough to cut my skin, the kind of screaming that cracks your throat, and one man who refused to let me die even when death itself thought it had me. It gave me Damon crawling out of his own grave because his obsession with me was louder than the dirt they tried to bury him in. Tell me that isn’t hotter than any summer romance? And yes, I know you probably cried when you thought I was gone. I can almost see you now, throwing your phone across the room or cursing Damon

“You’ll lose everything. The pup. Damon. Everything you have dear sister, I will take it away from you.” With that, she’s gone. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. Then I felt it. Wetness. Blood. A dark, crimson stain blossoming beneath my gown. I collapsed to the floor, my vision swimming, my hands instinctively cradling my stomach. “No, please… no, no, no!”