Novel & Cerita Why Are Ants Attracted To Period Blood

Brent said. We all nodded in agreement. It was the best we could do under the circumstances. Rose’s POV I looked down at my babies sleeping in their cribs, completely at peace. Unlike me. I sighed and rubbed my brows. I keep messing up. I felt a presence behind me, Asmodeus came up and wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed my hair. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He said. “Why am I attracted to more than my mates? It’s driving me nuts, I keep messing up.” I told him. He chuckled and turned me around to face him. He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.”

She sniffed the air, squinting when her nose caught the smell again. What could that be? Then... Her stomach feels weird, too. Is it because of the alcohol she took last night? She stopped suspiciously and sniffed the air again, then she noticed the weirdness between her legs. Why is it somehow sticky? Is her thighs sweating? She raised her lids in wonder, smelling the air again. This time, she recognized it. It's the smell of blood, but not just any blood. Menstrual blood! Her eyes widened madly.

She smelled of sweat, nature, foreign males, and Ransom. I pushed my face into her hip. There, finally, there was her scent. Just like Ransom fucking said, berries and amber. And fuck did she smell like home. As I inhaled again, the other scents of the room blasted me right in the face. Chemicals, plastic, heating implements, grease, trash, blood. I could smell everything. Plastic tubing was attached to a needle in her arm. Fluids dripped from the bag that was connected to the tubing.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

"Why do you smell like blood?" What? He glanced down, and I followed his gaze. A single dark spot marked the hem of my pale skirt. Damn it. This is exactly why I hated bright clothes. At least black and blue kept bloodstains discreet. "There's blood there!" Pierre's voice spiked, alarmed. "Did someone try something with you?" I didn't even blink. "I'm on my period," I said smoothly, quick enough to cut off the panic before it escalated. "Oh." His shoulders dropped, and he sighed in relief. "No wonder you took so long. If that's the case, let's say hi and go back quickly so you can rest."

Rollins smile immediately fell the moment he shut the door. "Why do you smell like blood?" My eyes widened, I pushed up a little, and then I saw it: the bed was stained, I was on my period, and you wanna know the worst part? It was a white bedsheet, and I had a heavy flow. He looked alarmed. How do I tell him it was normal, nothing bad? "Uhmmm..." I turned red, blushing. "Why is there blood on the sheet?" I asked again. "Uhmmm... is kind of a thing."

"And I don't like her. I told you. I was trying to get information out of her. Let me explain more." "You don't like her? But she likes you. She is always after your blood," I needed to let him know how much it bothered me when I saw that girl fawning over him. I burned with jealousy. "She doesn't like me per se. She likes my blood. Because my blood is..." Ambrose hesitated, so I looked at him questioningly. "There's some kind of aphrodisiac quality in my blood that make vampires go crazy for it," Ambrose said. "Same way Dave is always after yours. I think we have a similar kind of blood."

He sensed it and chuckled. He pulled me up and positioned me on all fours on the bed, my ass raised high. I looked back at him. His attention was on his cock, then shifted to the sheets. His brows furrowed. I followed his gaze and noticed the blood smeared across them. “Clyde…” I murmured, still bent, my eyes on him. “Are you sure you’re fine… we can stop…” I shook my head. “It’s alright, Clyde. It’s only blood from my period. I’m enjoying everything you’re doing to me.”

What should I do now? I thought, as I beheld the blood stains on my underwear. It was light red, just a few dots, a sign of the outflow that was about to happen later in the day or tomorrow. This must have been the reason why I had been cranky this morning, must be the reason why I had been so angry at Jeremy. I was on my period. Oh no. I thought, wondering if Nick had some sanitary pads. Did Rose have any? She would die before she gave me some of hers. I mused.

Just silence and the overwhelming smell of blood. What if I'm too late? What if they've already torn him apart? I shift back to human form and walk toward the center of the clearing, my legs shaking. A pool of blood stains the ground, dark and wet in the moonlight. It reeks of vampire. But beneath that... I crouch down and press my fingers into the blood. Bring them to my nose. The moment the scent registers, a sob tears from my throat. It's Anton's blood. And I can't find his body.