Taste Like War Book Novels & Stories

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"

Elara War had a sound. Before tonight, I thought war sounded like explosions, screaming, or gunfire. But standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by wolves and hunters tearing into each other beneath the harsh beams of silver-lit spotlights, I realized the true sound of war was something else entirely. It was chaos trying to become order. And somehow… that order was flowing through me. My chest pulsed again. The invisible connection between me and the wolves tightened like a thread being pulled taut.

Just the action of chewing and savoring each morsel that went into his mouth was something he never thought he would miss, but he did. Drinking blood, on the other hand, was something he never thought he would enjoy. When he first started, he thought all blood would taste the same. Hell, all of it was red, right? He knew there would be slight differences depending on what people ate and all, but he had no idea there would be such a variety. If people were genuinely good people, their blood tasted sweeter. If they were mean sons of bitches, their blood left a sour taste in his mouth. People who were scared, really scared, had a unique, indescribably delicious taste all their own.

Before I could stop him, he bent down and swiped his tongue over the mark. “Ohhhhhhhh shit,” my mouth was open in a silent scream, and my legs buckled from how good it felt. I leaned against him as he attacked my mark. His hands wrapped around my stomach and pulled my back into him. I hummed in pleasure when he lightly bit on the mark, then blew on it before licking it. I couldn’t stop the moans leaving my lips. I shouldn’t feel the way for the enemy, but my body didn’t know the difference. It was consumed. How was it possible to feel this way with someone I should hate

She couldn't believe the way he had made her feel - like she was the only person in the room, like he could see right through to her soul. She stood there for a moment, frozen in place, as the party swirled around her. She felt like she was in a daze, like she had been punched in the gut and couldn't catch her breath. Finally, she shook herself out of her trance and made her way back to the bar. She ordered a drink and stood there, sipping it slowly, as she tried to process what had just happened. As she stood there, she couldn't help but think about Julian. Who was he, really? What secrets was he hiding behind those piercing blue eyes?

Brian:yes very good things Oranus:that is good so if you will follow me I shall take you to meet the other commanders from the other planets that you will be leading in the attack(starts going to the war room) Brian:ok your majesty (follows him) (At the war room) Oranus:(sits down in his place) fellow commanders am pleased to welcome you to the planet Jupiter All commanders:we thank you your majesty Oranus:very well I would like to introduce prince Brian from Mars (points to him) he will be your overall commander on this mission,(turns to prince Brian)I would like to introduce you to commander Roger and his second in command Kris from planet Saturn Roger and Kris:(stands up)we are honoured t

Again. Her plump, velvety lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation flew though their veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. She kissed right back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on his like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery. And then a familiar voice interrupted them, "What in the porn is going on here?".

By the time I’d finished reading and admiring all her works, my throat was dry, eyes wet and heart racing fast, my hands were shaking causing me to drop the book, a small piece of paper falls out, no images or sketches just writing. I slowly pick the paper up, steadying myself and my breathing as I read “my love, my life, my reason for going on. You are always in my mind and heart. Wherever you go I will follow, I will not stop to search for you even when the war is over, if you still have not come back to me, I will journey throughout all of France to find you. I carry our child, I will love the child no matter what gender but I secretly hope for a boy so that he can resemble you, and I can

‎“Then do it.” ‎“I can’t.” The words scraped out of me like broken glass. “Last night I had her, Aleksei. All of her. Her skin tasted like salt and smoke and something I can’t name. When she said my name it sounded like surrender and war at the same time. I’ve had women before, plenty, but none of them burned me alive the way she does.” ‎He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re willing to start a war with the Volkovs because the sex was good?”

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.