Romans & histoires Unholy Blood Read

Hailey's face went white, "back, what do you mean back?" "She thinks she owns you," I continued, knowing there was no point in hiding it now, "she thinks because she created you, she has the right to do whatever she wants with you." "And what does she want?" "Your blood," I said simply, "both of you, she wants to harvest it, study it, use it to make more like you." "More," Hailey repeated the word like it was foreign. "It's a long story," I glanced at Calix, "one I can't tell here, not with him listening."

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

She liked combat-wounds, an emblem of her filthy rutting, so a friction burn wouldn't be a problem; she will wear it with pride like a slut with a strut. Her long golden hair dangles free as the carefully placed pins dislodge. It flows liberally over her face and back as she grips the edge of the table even more firmly. Josephine is aware he can't see her face. She likes this feeling of being hidden and that he is unable to read her expressions. Their fucking is animalistic, desperate and shockingly filling. It almost hurts, and she forces herself to breathe into the intense engulfing sensations and sees blackness and stars inside her.

His grey eyes turned darker, and swiftly, he clutched the thong I wore, ripping it off me. My legs snapped shut almost immediately, attempting to cover up the rest of my dignity as his eyes stared at me maliciously. He clutched my legs, spreading them apart. "W-what are you doing?!" I gasped as his hand neared my pussy. My throat tightened, and I felt a lump forming, making it hard to swallow. My palms turned clammy, and I could feel my body temperature rising. My mind raced with all sorts of irrational thoughts and fears, and I couldn't make sense of anything.

“I was tempted—so many times. In the bathroom at work, in the elevator, even on the walk here. My panties were soaked just thinking about last night… but I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.” His eyes darkened with approval. “Good girl.” He pointed at the stone floor in front of the open repentance book. “Kneel. Read the next chapter. And make sure I hear every single word.” I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees. The cold stone bit into my skin through my pencil skirt, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My voice started steady as I read the holy words about denying the flesh and offering every impure urge to God. But then his hands were on me.

Old, witch-begotten. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. It was heavier than I expected, and colder too—as if it had a life of its own. I placed it carefully on the reading table, brushing off heavy layers of grime with my sleeve. The cover was plain of title, bearing only a carved serpent entwined around a crescent moon. My heart skipped. This wasn't just a book. This was sacred. or demonic. I opened the first page. "Let the darkness be born in blood. Let the son of the accursed bloodline rise out of the ashes of the slain witches. His mate will bleed, and from her womb will come salvation… or destruction."

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

I don’t know why but I felt the sweat was forming on the back of my chest as I was listening to their conversation. “It looks like you were not pure after all, Covaci. I thought you might have any gift but it seems that I was the one that was having fun right now,” His Holiness said as I was looking at the ventilation vent. I have to hide before His Holiness knew that I was here. I went up the vent and I was listening to the conversation as if I was not here. Aaron was spitting more blood as he was smirking at His Holiness. He did not felt like he was having much fun when he should be begging than smirking like that and being smashed by His Holiness.

It wasn’t some printed or typed book—it was handwritten in an old book. And Alex, I slightly read through, so you knew the book was written like the author was telling her life story or experience. “Ray, the book has no copy. It was written in an old book, and it had all the histories of werewolves and vampires and supernatural creatures all together.” Ray seemed to understand everything now. There was a mystery about Kehlani Richardson, Anthony’s sister, and that book would help them uncover how the Blood for Power Ritual works and it may help them in stopping Duke before he succeeds in the ritual.

But now as I look at him, I can't help but thank all the Gods and Goddesses that are operating this universe for blessing me with him. Zach was right. We had it difficult. But we're finally together with each other. That's what matters in the end. Our togetherness. THE END. . . . . Unholy Allies Book 1: The Savage Alpha's Rebel… Completed. Unholy Allies Book 2: OUT NOW. Title: Mr. Rogue King, can you kidnap me please? Scroll up to read the blurb.