Novel & Cerita Senses Fail Bloody Romance

I could see it plain as day. My life slows down as I pull away from her, whatever was about to happen would hurt. Then she lets go, it’s like a bungee cord exploded through the men and women fighting. Her scream was so loud it shook the trees, it sent rogues flying in all directions as she let loose. I watch as a rogue's eyes, ears, nose and mouth start to bleed, the colour drains from his face as he falls to his knees, and then to the ground, dropping dead like a zombie.

I looked at him, and he had a little remorseful look. My veins grew dry, and I fell to my knees. The pain was unbearable; I felt like the blood in my vessels was being sucked out. My legs became rigid, and so did my hands. My heart retarded slowly until it stopped making me drop to the floor lifeless. The last thing I saw was Solomon walking away before everything went blank. •••

With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?" In the cool of the night and a brief recollection of meditation, Roman soon found himself in a hall filled with people, with their bodies plastered against each other, either grinding or lap dancing. Roman shrugged, how did they cope with all that sweat. " Oh!" He forgot. The Vampires didn't sweat.

He had only wanted to get my attention by being with her, but now he had caused irreparable damage. He couldn't meet my eyes, couldn't admit to his mistake. Instead, he placed all the blame on Darcy. Felix kicked Darcy to the ground and used a knife to ruin her face, making her suffer through everything I had endured. The excruciating pain shattered Darcy's dreams of marrying into a wealthy family. She screamed, begging for mercy.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I breathe with a mixture of relief and excitement as I swing the door open to the ballroom. A guttural scream tears through me the moment I swing the door open. Time stands still as I freeze, my gaze fixated on the floor transformed into a morbid canvas of crimson. The edge of my dress swiftly becomes saturated, the sheer volume of blood evident everywhere. Oh, Heavens! What in the world is happening? The shock courses through me, a surreal disconnection between the blissful anticipation of finding my mate and the horrifying reality before my eyes. I can't fathom how I missed the smell of blood on my way over. But how could I have? My senses were ensnared by the alluring fragrance of my mate

The night had already turned red. Not metaphorically — literally red, as though the sky above the ruins bled into the earth. Smoke curled like veins of fire, the wind carrying the metallic scent of danger. The ground trembled with the weight of everything unraveling. Romeo's fingers were inches from the black book about to set ablaze when....THUD. A boot slammed brutally into his spine. His scream tore out, sharp and short, as his body was launched forward. He hit his head hard on a stone and passed out.

Romeo doesn’t walk for long before he stops, I feel his chest rumble against my cheek as he seems to talk to someone though I don’t know what he said. I frown a little as there is a slight sting in the top of my arm making my eyes heavy even with them being closed. I concentrate on the vibrations in Romeo’s chest as he continues to talk and starts walking again. I continue to relax as his scent of family wraps around me, keeping up the illusion that I am safe in his arms. As I lose the fight against the heaviness slowly working its way through my body, the slight scent of smoke, ash, and fresh rain invade my illusion before I am fully pulled into the darkness.

A mist begins to fall over Dorian and me. Dorian holds his breath, trying to move away from the mist, but it continues to fall over him. I try to avoid the mist, but there’s nowhere to go. His eyes begin to look around wildly. He starts sniffing the air. Then he stiffens and closes his eyes. It looks like he is trying to control himself. A strange scent begins to permeate through the air. My manacles fall to the floor. Suddenly, my vision begins to blur, and my chest begins to rise erratically. My body heat thrums, and my breasts begin to feel heavy as wetness collect in my panties. I shuffle my feet uncomfortably, which makes things worse. Dorian’s head snaps at the sound of my shuffling. H

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.