Senses Fail Bloody Romance Novels & Stories

Roman’s cruel laughter fills the room, his satisfaction evident as he watches her suffer. “She will make sure that a human blooded like you should never be born into this world again,” Roman sneers, his voice dripping with malice. As I watch the scene unfold, the person who was until now crying in pain suddenly goes limp, her eyes rolling back into her head as the mysterious liquid takes effect. Roman’s twisted experiment has succeeded, leaving me horrified at the depths of his cruelty and the fate that awaits me next.

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

For the first time, Romeo knew he had entered the wrong battle was ready to give up. Suddenly there is a sound of a gunshot and Romeo and Dagger realize that what seemed like a hot metal burning their neck was slowly loosening its girl. As if in a maze, he heard the continuous sound of a gunshot and feels himself fall onto the ground. He senses his breath slowing returning as he begins to cough before his eyes slowly opens.

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.

Until all that remained was the same beautiful, untouchable marble I had encountered in his bedroom. Cold. Controlled. Locked down so tightly it bordered on violent. I slowly lowered my beer bottle into my lap. Romeo still hadn’t moved. Hadn’t blinked. His gaze stayed fixed entirely on the black water ahead. Ten seconds passed. Then twenty. The untouched crust in his hand trembled once… so slightly most people would have missed it entirely. I didn’t. Something inside him had just gone catastrophic. The realization prickled sharply down my spine. I opened my mouth, already preparing a joke to rescue whatever nerve I had accidentally severed.

he commanded, his pace turning frantic. She exploded. The world turned into a blur of gold and red. Her muscles seized, her legs shaking violently as the climax crashed over her. Dante followed a second later, a low, guttural roar escaping him as he emptied himself into her, his forehead resting against hers as they both fought for oxygen. He stayed there for a long moment, his heavy weight a grounding force amidst the chaos. The smell of burning paper was overwhelming now. The first floor was gone. “We have to move,” Dante whispered, his voice returning to its gravelly edge.

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."