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For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

i felt happy because i would able to know about my fairy. i hope that she had no boyfriend ...or husband...if she had then he had to die......my fairy is my possession my obsession.......i am possessive to my possession... I came out of my SUV.....i was always that cold....when i went to my company...all were wishpering that the devil is here....yeah i knew that but i liked the title devil...

This book should be crowned the worst book of all time. This is not even a book! This is Complete Trash! Pathetic book! I just finished writing my book, "Sweet Stranger" , and I am getting a lot of backlash from readers. I know I should not focus on the negative comments. There are a lot of good comments from thousands of readers but me being a normal human being, I seem to focus more on the negative comments. I let them get to me. I want to strike back and defend my work of art when I see a comment from one particular fan that warms my heart.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

Sweetness bleeds from the places they’re connected. It feels so fucking good. Ariadne squirming underneath him, taking in his c*ck so f*cking well. “You feel so good baby,” Victor whispers. “You’re so pretty like this.” Ariadne whines again. “Oh, oh please.” The Omega tosses her head back, losing herself to the feeling. Victor quickens the pace, edging Ariadne along paradise. The Omega’s eyes are all needy. She looks f*cked out, high on everything. Ariadne's scent turns impossibly sweet.

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 swallowed hard while trying to control this sudden hunger inside me, which was making me hungry like a fucking vampire's thrust for blood. "It must be..." She began saying but I cut her off by slamming my lips against her. They taste so sweet like sugar and strawberries, making me want to taste them again and again like a drug addict, the sudden hunger inside me began to disappear making me feel bliss and warmth settle inside my heart. Jesus Christ. I'm screwed. Author's Note:- Hey guys, DO leave your comments below and vote for the book. love you all, take care. I*:- S.n_nina_arthur F*:- S.N Nina Arthur

The sweetest blood, which could only belong to the pure-blooded royals, nourished my body through and through, and satiated my hunger like never before. I felt a tentative, restrained lick at the corner of my mouth. Then another. And another. And another. And another before the beast seemed to have been unleashed. However, I didn’t mind. I had never felt so cherished, so loved before. Leo had never been a passionate lover, or even a lover so to speak. I had never known the touch of someone who cared so deeply for me. I sighed contently against the steady lull of a heartbeat and fell deeper into the abyss of blissful sleep, feeling a new strength and new energy overtake my senses.

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I moved my lips against his, what was there for me to fight against anymore. It wasn't as though he had taken the last of my freedom, no I did that to myself. His hands trailed greedily over every inch of my body. I knew I didn't like the feeling. It was rough, it wasn't a touch of safety or comfort, it was one of the cold and loneliness. It was one of obsession.