Senses Fail Bloody Romance Novels & Stories

The rich, intoxicating scent of dark espresso, sandalwood, and masculine heat rolled off him, instantly cutting through the sickening smell of Sterling’s brandy and stale cigars. "He... he put something in the champagne..." Juliet rasped out, her hazel eyes heavy, glossy, and wide with wild, chemical panic as her core throbbed with an unnatural, fierce ache. "My skin... Roman, my skin is on fire... I can't... I can't control it..." Roman’s dark eyes softened with an agonizing intensity as he looked down at her flushed, beautiful face, taking in her heaving chest and the fever burning her blood. "I know, wife," Roman whispered dangerously, his broad arm sliding beneath her knees while his oth

Comeback to your senses . Rose kept calling my name but my beast was already way out of control. But before I could even try to fight him the word beloved had me frozen . When i started to try and expand my senses . I could feel the scent linger on the blood that is all over Rose and that was the last straw . Any kind of hold i had over my beast , broke . Rose POV

Gone was the mischievous and playful look in his eyes what remained was a hard, steely look. "Lio...nel" I stuttered. "Come with me" he said. Without hesitating, I followed him out of the room as we made our way towards the dining room. I was surprised at what I saw. There were overturned chairs, a broken table and the beautiful chandelier laid on the ground, already in ruins. The sound of gunshots became closer as we ventured towards the front door. "Are you crazy, that's where the battle is" I screamed at Lionel.

She was persuading Jonathan to drink my blood, and I was just gazing at him intensely, my eyes filled with affection. "Ahaha..." He held his head and howled as he went insane. My eyes immediately began to well up with tears as I witnessed his condition. I wanted to give him a bear hug and comfort him with my affection, but I was forced to remain silent. I gasped in pain as she bit my palm and extracted a small amount of blood, and he quickly shifted his gaze to it. His bloodlust was visible in his eyes. Despite my horror at his piercing gaze, I persuaded myself to remain standing there and stare at him with unwavering love. I had complete faith in my love and my plan.

There were even petals scattered on a shiny white satin sheet that I had never seen. Tears welled in my eyes, I opened my mouth, to speak, but nothing came out. It was the most romantic room I had ever seen. He turned and brushed his lips sensuously across mine while simultaneously pressing his body into me. I felt his arousal press on my stomach as his tongue ran across my lips before making its way into my mouth. I eagerly responded to its entry by gently sucking on it before releasing it and softly sucking and biting his lower lip.

The poor little bunny moved and peeked at him through her silver-blond locks but the moment their eyes met, she flinched and buried her face again. Romeo's eyebrows twitched from the realization that the bunny was scared of him, not at the dead beasts that were scattered around him. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, his eyes were no longer golden-red. It had became a silver coloured eye He ran his fingers through his hair and patiently, he tried to coax the bunny once more.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

My eyes stung with tears, my lips wobbled. "And unfortunately, you fit into the other category. So I'm afraid I'd have to reject you." My heart shattered, the tears spilled ,rolling down my cheeks. This is humiliating. I held in a sob as I studied my shoes. “Hey, don't cry," he mused, tilting my face up with his fingers that had left my hair under my jaw. “It’s better this way, trust me. Or would you rather I keep you as a plaything, use you till there’s nothing left?" he asked while raking his eyes down my body. "I wouldn't m-" he was cut off by a swift punch against his left cheek. My heart ached, my head ached , everything ached. The movements around me were a blur, my head was light, I f

WARNING: this chapter contains some sensitive scenes, don't read if you're not comfortable with it. ^^^^^^^^^ TORAK I focused my sense of smell on picking on her scent , just why did she stub so low?, she clearly said this was a blind date, which implies that they both just met each other, now they are already on it. I will make sure that the bastard won't return home with his dick, I vowed inwardly, fortunately I caught a whiff of her scent halfway to the restaurant. I trailed it to a dark corridor with different doors with a number plate on each of them. Strangely I could only make out the heartbeat of fellow night creatures, vampires and witches, mostly vampires. There was no single human

he roared, the force of his movement sending me stumbling backward. I lost my balance, my hand reaching out for something to steady myself, but only finding the lampshade on the bedside table. It toppled over, crashing to the floor along with me. The glass shattered, scattering fragments across the room. My hands landed on the broken pieces, the sharp edges slicing into my palms. Blood bloomed, staining the pristine white carpet crimson. But I barely felt the pain. The physical wounds were insignificant compared to the gaping hole that Damien had ripped through my heart. My all-black ensemble was now marred with blood, a visual representation of the devastation he had wrought.