Within Temptation Bleed Out Novels & Stories

He could ee why he felt weakened. ‘’Nothing Bryce…’’ Bryce tried his best to squint his eye into the dark. The last thing he could remember was driving back home and climbing up to his bed to sleep. How did he appear to be tied with silver chains. Breaking off the chains, was as impossible as thinking about it, silver was his weak point. ‘’All I want is you’’ ‘’I can give you all the money in the world, just list yuI.r desire’’ Bryce yelled in a hoarse voice as a result of the chills that filled the room.

I caught him before he could make any such move. “Something is missing,” I mumbled under my breath, my eyes were trailing up and down to find the missing thing. A sinister smile appeared on my lips when I found it and the pure terror came across his sweaty, bloody, all messed up face as he realized my intentions. “Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,”

"I can feel the Ruin getting bigger. It wants to eat the moon. It wants to eat you." "Then let it," Ash said, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic register. "If you have to consume me to stay sane, do it. I’d rather be a part of your darkness than a stranger in your light." The witches began the final phase of the siphon. The air in the temple became a vacuum, the pressure mounting until the obsidian pillars began to groan and crack. The Blood Moon turned a bruised purple, and the silver chains began to glow with a blinding, white-hot intensity.

“Tomorrow. Eight. State-of-the-Art Gym. You walk through my door, Princess, you’re mine. And there will be more tears that belong to pleasure. His gaze dragged down my body, possessive and unhurried, like he was already stripping me bare. He stepped back. One step. Two. The absence of his heat felt like drowning. At the threshold he paused, looked over his shoulder, and the look he gave me was pure predator. “Lock your door, baby,” he said, voice velvet and venom. The roar of his bike split a second later. I slid down the closed door until my ass hit the marble, legs trembling, thighs slick, holding the black card so tight. Tomorrow. Eight. I was already ruined. God help me…

I scrub my skin until it’s red, trying to wash off the scent of her that seems to have somehow permeated my very soul. I get out of the shower ten minutes later, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. I don't bother with clothes. I just collapse onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as the adrenaline finally begins to recede. I need to draw the line. I told her today she was just a client, and I meant it—or at least, I tried to mean it. I can't afford to get close to her. Not with the MC business heating up. Not with the Southside gang breathing down our necks. As if hearing my thoughts about her, my cock twitches again, a dull throb of renewed interest. I let out a groan of pure disbelief,

The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint. A growing, heavy pain settled low in my abdomen, and warm liquid began to flow between my legs. Terror washed over me. I wanted to pull out my phone to call for help, but my pockets were empty. Clara had taken it from me when I wasn’t looking!