Novel & Cerita Senses Fail Bloody Romance

Orion’s eyes have me in place, the pressure radiating off him intensifies with each step he takes. It's nothing like I’ve ever felt. It’s far far beyond what I felt in that vision. When he stands in front of me, the feeling settles. I’m not a match for him in the slightest. ‘W- what should I do?’ I try to reach out to Roman through our bond but he catches my throat and drops his blood into my open mouth. “We can’t have you do that.” The bond dies immediately. - SLOANE’S POV Just before the rogues form a pile over me, I look up to the very top floor, to see glowing red eyes staring back at me.

For someone to hear the pain no one else could see. Lillith’s expression shifted—she rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Roman… it’s a party. Why don’t you just come in and try to enjoy yourself?” she said, trying to sound casual as she reached out and tugged him inside. Roman followed her in, the music crashing against his thoughts. The lights, the laughter, the shallow conversations—it was too much. He tried to play along, to sit quietly, sip another drink, even smile. But it didn’t work, everything inside him boiled over. His hand slipped on the glass bottle, it dropped from his grip and shattered on the floor. A shard sliced across his forearm, blood quickly trailing down his skin.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

This was my chance to connect with someone who, like me, seemed to exist outside the norm. As I got closer to him, the scent of his cologne wafted through the air, a subtle mix of leather and spice that made my heart flutter. He looked up, his gaze locking onto mine. For a brief moment, I felt as if I was sinking into the depths of his brown eyes. I took a cautious step forward, my boots softly clicking against the worn wooden floor that creaked beneath me, breaking the silence that surrounded us.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and the ragged, animalistic gasps of two people trying to outrun the truth. ​Roman’s hands were everywhere, bruising her thighs, anchoring her to the counter as he pushed his dick into her. Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into the tattoos on his back, pulling him closer until there was no space for air, only heat. The climax hit them both like a physical blow, a shattering of the senses that left Vivienne sobbing into his shoulder as he shuddered against her. ​Ten minutes later, Vivienne stumbled back to the Lamborghini, her legs feeling like lead and her face a deep, unmistakable shade of crimson. She sl

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

A few guests gasp, scream, and maybe I should scream, too, but I don’t have the wherewithal to do anything until my husband tells me, “For the next year, let’s make sure to stay out of each other’s way. Understood?” I try to swallow. Fail the first time, do a great job the second. “And they say romance is dead,” I say, pleased not to sound as dry throated as I feel. He hesitates for a moment, and I could swear he inhales again, deep, storing up . . . something. His hand tightens on my back for a second before finally letting go. And then Lucien Grayson, my husband, stalks off the dance floor, a trail of forest-green blood tracking his path.

I shoved him down hard. The bullet ripped through me instead, and I collapsed on him. His eyes went wide, real terror flickering there for the first time. "Natalie…" Gunfire answered back. Bernard's crew was not having it. The world started to spin, pain crashing over me like a wave. Francis' voice was calling my name, fading into the distance. Then, everything went black. ...

Damien growls once more deeply guttural—but then his body begins to wreck violently, as if something inside him is trying to break apart but when he looked up, I knew there was going to be one hell of a bloody bath scene, I feel my vision leaving me and I collapse helplessly.

“You don’t tell me…” Dominica hurriedly chipped in. “Exactly, I think Logan is planning on raping Scarlet with two other guys!” “Shit!!!” *~* She felt ardent, her entire being blazed as if she was set on fire with every part of her skin florid swelteringly. It wasn’t that kind of burn, it was excruciating, perniciously unbearable, her head felt explosive while her crotch burnt with an afflictive sensation.