Senses Fail Bloody Romance の小説・ストーリー

“How long has this been going on Fen!” Fen lets out a guttural scream of pain. Panic has my eyes darting to Roman and I feel my blood pound in my ear the moment my gaze greets him. His eyes…. His eyes are red. Roman’s eyes glow a scarlet malevolent red. Fen’s scream of pain snaps me out of my shock and I dart in between them. I feel the force radiating from Roman graze me just the slightest bit before he pulls it back in but the pain that roars through my soul makes me almost pass out.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

his voice husky and needing filled with pure infatuation and longing for me ,I can Sense ,his deep affection towards me ma dnityer flashed back to us having a stret date and laughghg our heart out. Then everything became dark my , I as hearing an electric sound ,a very tuning mebtalic noise, my heard aches everywhere becomes blue then it becomes ckeaer than before. He was looking at me a face filled with pain and betrayal. I looked at my hand and it was filled with blood and I was holding a knife covervwe in blood as well ,I was trembling , I was cared He groaned out in pain ,his eyes bloodshot I trusted you Cathy he murmed tye tears doped

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.

that dog of a man would do.” “Damn, that’s wild! He really is a master at taking advantage of his ex-wife, stealing a cool ten million from my wallet!” I felt a wave of frustration wash over me and downed my champagne in one go. My tolerance for alcohol was low, and after finishing the drink, my head started to spin. I decided to head to the lounge for a quick rest. Just then, the door was flung open with a force, and in walked Scarlett Hayes, her face twisted in anger. She marched over to me in her high heels, raising her hand as if to slap me. But I quickly lifted my leg and kicked out. Scarlett was knocked to the ground, gasping in pain. Holding her stomach, she glared at me. “How can yo

For a second, I could not understand what I was seeing. My mind refused to accept it. It tried to fix it. To turn it into something normal. Something harmless. She fell. She fainted. She is just resting. But none of it fit. None of it made sense. Rose was on the floor. Not sitting. Not leaning. On the floor. Still. Too still. And there was blood. So much blood. It spread across the rug beneath her. Dark. Too dark. Too much. My breath caught. Then everything rushed at once.

“Fucking drive.” As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first time in his fucking life, and he had repaid her by bringing

A white-hot shockwave of pure, unadulterated love and centuries of mutual longing flooded through her veins, turning her blood to liquid fire. Lucian let out a fractured, agonizing groan against her neck, his muscles locking as the sheer, operatic magnitude of her warmth encased him. He began to move, his strokes slow, deep, and mercilessly patient, driving her higher and higher into a madness she had never known. Every thrust was a symphony of friction, a heavy, rhythmic possession that made the ancient walnut shelves and the floating candles fade into nothingness.

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.