Sweet Blood Comic Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei

He was so obviously fond of the family that she had no reason to think he was exploiting them, and she gave him one small bonus for having the good sense to recognize their worth. However, at the end of an excellent dessert of wine, fruit, and cheese, she tensed as Mandy jumped up from her chair and went behind Michael to hug him and kiss his temple. Estel thought Michael would have had to be a saint not to have been affected by such temptation, and there was no doubt in her mind that Michael was not a saint.

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.

He gestured to a stack on the counter, golden and steaming, but his eyes lingered on me, curious, like he'd caught the scent of my unease. I didn't answer. Instead, I reached for the maple syrup jar, plunging my fingers into its sticky sweetness. I sucked the syrup off my skin, waiting for the rush of sugar, the comfort of taste. Nothing. My tongue was dead, my senses dulled, like the world was slipping out from under me. I frowned, staring at my glistening fingers, and when I looked up, Liam was watching, his gaze too close, too knowing.

Belinda laughed at me and told me never to give him too much sweets again. I had to admit to her that we had to clean his room the following day and put him in a shower. But he was in a very foul mood. Luckily, my parents' servants did an excellent job cleaning their house. From there on, I gave him only food and a lot of vegetables at night. I did not even give him one sweet. He also didn't want any sweets because he was still feeling well from the lost bunch of sweet things he ate. He said he didn't want any sweets for the following year. I know it won't last that long, but sometimes Connor can be a little dramatic. Belinda only laughed at our attics. Today, she is coming home with little

he drawled, his voice dripping with false sweetness, "It's not what you think, I promise. We're just going on a little adventure together." I scoffed, unable to contain my disbelief. "An adventure? Kidnapping me is your idea of an adventure?" I asked. His grin widened, revealing a glimmer of madness in his eyes. "You don't understand, Danielle. You were always too blind to see it. We were meant to be together, and I'm just helping you realize that."

Arrow said pulling out a stick of cigarettes. "Well I will listen to you when you stop thuggery" Adriana said and turned to leave. Arrow smiled and puffed smoke from his nostril. "Hey stay safe out there and quit your super hero work, it's going to get you in trouble soon" Arrow said as Adriana's back view faded slowly. As she walked out of the alley, she heard a sudden cry of help. She stopped on her track to make sure she heard right and the cry came again.

“Liam Parker. And don’t worry—I know this looks like something out of a wildlife documentary, but you’ll get the hang of it.” I blink. “Wildlife documentary?” He gestures toward the queen bee’s table. “You know, predators, prey, survival of the fittest. All that. I’d draw you a diagram, but I think Victoria might kill me for comparing her to a lioness.” His tone is light, but there’s an edge underneath. A truth no one else would dare say out loud. “Thanks for the warning,” I say carefully. He grins again. “Anytime. You should probably avoid sitting too close to them unless you’re ready for blood sport. Here, come sit with me.”

That one ember glowing from beneath the ash just waiting to spark a wildfire. Divine justice of some kind—to make the most beautiful creatures the most cruel. Even now, his apple and spice scent rips through me like a tidal wave. Urgency muddled with relief or need or some other craving rises in the bright wash of his apple pie scent. I may be pathetic, but I’m not stupid. No matter how tempting or otherwise infuriatingly confusing Sai is, I don’t have a death wish. Poking this proverbial bear—no matter what Sacred is leashed in his skin—was never my intention.

] [Reward Received: +1500 Calories (pure sugar variant), Skill 'Zombie Confection' (Level 1)! [Warning! 'Zombie Confection' is highly discouraged for consumption. Risk of 'Extreme Sugar Poisoning' and 'Terminal Caramel Fever'!] "Zombie Confection? This system is insane!" Bima cursed under his breath, looking at the puddle of rotting caramel on the floor. Still, the room was now clear of Sucrose Zombies. Only puddles of nauseating, steaming sweet liquid remained. The metro tunnel entrance was now open. "We did it!" Lia cheered, her breath ragged, but her eyes shining.