Sweet Blood Comic Novels & Stories

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

I don’t breathe air anymore; I breathe his air, and he breathes mine. We don’t break out of each other's lips; we are kissing everything and sucking each other’s breath and saliva. He is so fucking sweet, and his lips fucking taste so good that I want to eat them up. Oh God, he is the kind of sweetness that can give me diabetes. And I will probably die from diabetes with no regret. My body explodes with heat like a volcano eruption. He holds my waist with his hands, yanking me closer to his body so that there is no space between us but skin to skin.

I turned to see Vlad, smirking at me. I glared at him, then I thought better, Vlad was much older than I. “Vlad, has a human or humanlike creatures have blood that smells sweet, like really sweet. Blood usually has a savory smell, but never sweet.” “I can’t say I have, but the world is changing, maybe blood is too, or…” he paused, his eyes glinting. “This witch you spoke with, does her blood smell sweet?” “It does,” I decided to be honest, maybe he knew something.

TRAVIS GRABBED A SODA at random and a chocolate bar one of the officers had offered up. Bliss' tears were stuck on repeat in his mind, and he could still hear her trembling voice as she recounted every agonizing moment they'd been apart. He wanted to make all kinds of promises like she'd never be afraid again, that he'd never leave her, but those were irrational. What she needed now was time to pull herself together. Sweets were one good tool to help combat the drop in blood sugar.

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aunty rolled her,. " don't you dare touch sweets ". " but one bite" he pleaded with puppy eyes.. "it's ok aunty, gooseberry will be ok for diabetics and regarding sugar, I used stevia leaves instead of sugar, it's completely fine" I said assuring them. "you are angel my child" uncle says dramatically to which I can't help but giggle. " you really are, otherwise this old man will again be throwing tantrums to my poor ass". omg they are cute together, I wish I can also get a person like them.

He comes around and leans over the counter. "Sure. I could use something to eat." I open the fridge and start picking some bread, ham, and cheese when I smell something heavenly. What is that awfully sweet scent? I look in the fridge but is not coming from there. I turn and look at Dean. The sweet aroma of chocolate syrup invades my senses. I can hear the blood running, singing inside Dean. Inside his body. On his veins. I take a step towards him and stop. Pain envelopes me. The pain of thirst. Before I can reach him I turn around. My hands automatically rest in the hollow of my collarbone.