Venom X Eddie Lemon Novels & Stories

Ryan had just replied to her message. Eden raised an eyebrow and quickly typed one word. Eden was about to reply when the lobby’s spotlight was turned on. The host took the stage with a mic, and Eden paused, putting her phone away. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Alain and said, "The man just now is a Living Venom." "Living Venom?" Alain looked at her with a frown. Horace and Caelus also turned their attention to her. "He’s been bathed in all kinds of toxins since he was young," Eden explained, gazing meaningfully at Room Number Two through the window. "His body is literally poisonous. Just touching his blood can poison someone, and the types of toxins can vary."

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

Winks. Amara (10:40): But this? Your little revenge? Cute. But I have the real receipts. Like the video from Aspen last year. You remember Aspen, right? Theo’s “business trip.” He wasn’t alone. Amara (10:41): Send it to Alexander? Or just post it myself? Decisions, decisions. Amara (10:42): Xoxo, your favorite ghost. I’m shaking so hard the coffee sloshes over the rim.

She smiled gently at me saying, “thank you, Leo.” Sometimes I just sit and don't speak. Seeing Frey sleeping on her study table. It was really fun. I feel like I always want to spend time with Frey like this. Even though I know something like that won't last long. *** “Leo, did you hear about people being attacked by vampires?” My friend at work named Edwin suddenly said nonsense with a very serious face. “Do you think vampires exist? Bullshit!" I said.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

'Only if you btie her,' he told me as he got the hinted signal I was sending him. 'What do you mean?' 'Our venomous bites can kill a vampire,' he told me. I gasped. That's why he had a few teeth missing on the bite mark. They took out his teeth?! So, vampires are allergic to our bites, huh? It's a shame I'm going to shred this dress to escape. I could kill that bitch in one bite! All I have to do... is sink my teeth into her. I was about to step out of my shoe when I saw a shadow move from up the hill. I squinted my eyes to try to see who it was. Suddenly a horse came into my view- on top of the white stallion was Eder. I could hear Lamia groan under her breath as he rode down to us and stop

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

I won’t apologize for enjoying it. Drake picks up a knife and begins sharpening it slowly, letting the sound build tension. Edward holds his breath, watching that blade like it might decide his fate all on its own. I walk over and take it from Drake’s hand, winking at him. “Drake, get me the hose. Ben, the wolfsbane.” They nod and move into action while I step toward Edward, smiling. Sweet and fake. “So, Eddy. Who were you working with?” He rolls his eyes.

And throughout the planning, one problem kept coming up: that of the chemical weapons that would allegedly be used to put us in comas. I slipped away and made my way to the clinic, pushing my way through crowds of refugees as I hurried through the village. Dr. Edward was packing emergency medical supplies when I found him inside the clinic. “Dr. Edward,” I called, breathless as I burst into the room. “The tincture you created from Lovesting venom—could you modify it?” He looked up, confused. “Modify it how?”