This was the first time Rozelyn saw the entirety of Cyrill’s velvet-wrapped steel. His body was shimmering with sweat, making Rozelyn wholly quiver and waver on the inside. Electricity suddenly ran throughout her body; very much unusual for her to feel this kind of yearning towards her stepmom’s protégée.
He brushed his serpent on her stomach. The heat of his groin was pretty much enough for Rozelyn’s crevice to produce a milky liquid. She was panicking—as well as perplexed. Perplexed on why Cyrill can easily show his carnal interests towards her. She was confused because throughout their years of being under one roof, she had never seen him wild and ferocious like this very moment.
He pulled down the garment that was covering the skin of her milky abyss. Roz
Romaine, Cyrill, and Rozelyn were just staring at the scarlet letter—the letter that contained an invitation from Maebh Mullin’s soiree to their luxurious estate. They just arrived from the Zadzisai residence when the scarlet-colored letter flabbergasted them by their doorstep. The three were, of course, somewhat bothered. They just witnessed one hell of an incident. Then now, they were invited for a luscious gathering, particularly from one of the people that the family was not-in-so-good-terms. “What now?” asked Rozelyn. “We’re invited for a reason. We will attend…for the sake of respect to the Mullin family as well,” Romaine replied in such a plain tone. 
Darkness seems to be her fortress, her abode. Hidden in the shadows, a woman—dressed in a sleeveless ebony-black dress—took a bite from that flesh that she was fiercely holding. It was just a quick and small bite to savor the raw virgin heart—enough to register the taste in her craving tongue and dry throat. The corpse of the heartless woman lies before her—literally heartless. By just one glance, one could tell that no single drop of blood could be harvested from the body. Not even organs as they are all, well, devoured by this wretched creature. The woman’s autumn-colored hair was shining amidst the pitch black darkness
“You’re alright?” Though afraid and still shaking, the newly-awakened Rozelyn approached Cyrill. She asked him if he is alright, despite the fact that the lack of color and paleness in his face is vividly visible. Romaine was nowhere to be found. So, the four of them went to Avril’s recreational vehicle, parked just outside the iron gates of the Mullin’s estate. Cyrill fainted after eating the poor beagle, as if the spell cast within him had already dissipated. Luckily, Avril lent him his boxer shorts and plain white shirt since Cyrill’s clothes had been drenched in blood and filth. &nbs
If only Romaine could convert the sex moans she released earlier into cash, she would probably be richer that the Mullin family or even to the other billionaires worldwide. Her pussy was swelling. Well, it had always been every time she made fondue with Dorrien. She was never wrong in choosing this man as her partner-in-crime, as her lover, and as her best friend. Visenna had been a good best friend to her. But, the only thing that distinguishes her and him is the fact that Dorrien had a long, fierce, fat dick. She gave Dorrien one final glance. The lad is peacefully snoring now in his own apartment room, with just enough space and necessities he needed for everyday life. She lay down again and slowly closed her eyes as her
The sun was already setting when Rozelyn got over the fact that Romaine is a heathen by blood, by birth. She glanced at her who was putting their fishing materials to the trunk of their navy blue Sedan. Her stomach was very much full with the charcoal-grilled fishes she and Romaine caught. Rozelyn looked at herself at the side car mirror. She has indeed had huge changes ever since she became a blood-sucking vampire and dick-loving bitch. She touched her eyes, her nose, her face, and her lips. She is now wholly immortal, a ‘
Romaine’s face could not be painted. That black-clothed person just snatched her stepdaughter from her sight. Now, Rozelyn’s already lying on the cemented floor outside the building of the art gallery. Romaine Eastwood-Zadzisai can no longer count how many times Rozelyn fainted this month—the month of October. Samhain was fast approaching, and the incidents that happened to their family was fast increasing; perhaps even more.Without wasting another minute, she grabbed her phone from her clutch bag and phoned the only male in their family—Cyrill Emerson Clarke.*** She could hear the noise of two people having a tango in the other lin
The crying of Hestia Halls was music to her ears. Being a half-heathen is indeed an advantage, especially to a billionaire like Maebh Mullin. She watches as the demon she summoned breaks the teacher’s bones and spilled her vibrant red blood into the autumn ground. ‘How cheerful it is if I’m gonna do this to the Amalgam…’ She thought as she picked up the Black Peruvian Rose and ran her fingers along its petals. The night was dark, and terror flooded the park. But Maebh…she felt as if she was the Queen of the Night, the origin of the evil that plagued the city of Shamrock. “Are
First, it was Cyrill who was framed for a murder. Then Rozelyn. ‘What’s going on in this world? Why do people keep blaming other people for the heinous crime of their own?!’ These were the words she thought as she was being escorted towards outside the police station by Milah.Milah is Ezra’s wife and an Irish detective who graduated at the University of Dublin. Truly, when you have a family member who’s proficient in dealing with the law and taking legal actions, you can achieve justice and make yourself innocent—whether you’re truly innocent or just pretending to be one. “Are you okay, dear?” Milah asked her as she looked quivering even from a distance.&
This book is my debut novel [ shrieks in incredulity @_@ ]. I can’t even believe that I have finished it. I originally tended this book to be a stand-alone. But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< . I know that an urban dark fantasy with a touch of steamy romance is not that popular for online novels. But I still finished it anyway; despite my initial belief that I can’t get pass through 50k words. And here I am, finishing a book with a whopping 70 chapters and more than a hundred thousand words! The sequel and final installment of The Blood Rose saga entitled, “Queen of Vampires and Werewolves”, will be coming this April—or May. Anyway
Rozelyn’s irresistible smell still lingers in his nose, despite the fact that he is already in Avril’s house—in which the pregnant Anaztasia Arryn is also staying. “You okay, Cy?” asked Avril as he handed him a can of beer. Avril Arke’s backyard is so spacious and calming, as if the lushness of this place resembles a virgin forest. “Not really. I…I have hinted to Roz that my heart yearns for her.” A smile tugged on his best friend's lips. “What did she say then?” “She didn’t. She was going to say something but she held back.” Avril took
Anger was still prevalent in Rhella’s heart. “How could he exchange me for that bitch?!” Her voice resonated in her little room, inside Maebh’s estate. “I didn’t.” A deep, familiar voice from behind her. Rhella remembered that she forgot to lock her door. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice radiates fear even when she tries to hide it. Especially in her current state that she cannot even summon an ember as magic had completely left her body, thanks to Leonardo Richards. ‘What if this is one of Maebh’s minions trying to kill me as I am now powerless?’ she thought.&nb
“Rozelyn…” He muttered her name as if it was a sacred word, a prayer. “Roz…” “You really think that—never mind!” She jerked her head back to Thalia’s house and saw Rosette and Aruba waving at her, the latter was holding an umbrella. “Hush you two! You’re both already soaked in the rain!” “We’re fine, Aruba,” Rozelyn simply said then walked towards the house, without any umbrella. “Love quarrel, eh?” Aruba teasingly utter. Cyrill just glared at her, then glanced back at Rozelyn. The latter was given a towel
“You didn’t know how happy I was when he was inside me, Roz,” said Rosette. “Yeah, I know.” Rozelyn’s sarcasm mode is turned on again. Rosette rolled her eyes, astonished to Rozelyn’s sudden shift in the mood. “Really? How much did I feel then?” She glared at her, eyes narrowing. “You’re very, very happy that you and your dear Leo have lasted for more than ten rounds.” “Rozelyn!” Thalia reprimanded. “It doesn’t mean you’re an adult, you’re allowed to be very green-minded!” “I’m not being a green-
“It was a pity for a person…” Rozelyn spoke, eyes fixed on the blazing body of Grainne Perkins, “…to die, while knowing that you did everything to live—including the fact that you exchange your freedom for immortality granted by the Blood Rose only to be murdered by a psychotic witch that, heaven knows, how the hell she did that.” Cyrill patted her back, “The Heathens are hiding something, a secret weapon I suppose.” “Grainne was a cancer patient, and had lived for a decade more thanks to the blood rose.” She wiped her face, and then fixed her hair. “Just like Rosette,” said Cyrill. “Yes. Just like Rosette Richards…” “You have done everything you cou
Roz was on the doorstep of Thalia’s home to visit Aruba when her phone rang. “Cy?” She breathed. “Roz, you have to come to the Fortress.” “Whe—” “Now!” Rozelyn wasted no time and headed back to her house. She immediately drove her newly bought car, thanks to Rosette’s gift. Speaking of Rosette, she saw her in one of the windows in the upstairs room of Thalia’s house when she turned around. “Rosette is probably sleeping in Thalia’s house—again.”&
“You’re finally home, Leo.” Leo jerked his head and he saw her.It was the woman he loved, he cared, he fucked, and he had been looking for. Yet, why is she here in the walls of his very home? “How did you enter here, Rosette?” She sauntered towards him, finger tracing his muscular chest. “If there’s a will, there’s a way.” He smirked. Sensing the hotness in the room, he removed his shirt. His sweat-drenched chest didn’t stop Rosette from tracing her fingers. His beloved’s hand landed atop his manhood and he knew then. He knew she was craving for more. “We just have sex earlier, Rosette. I am not surprised you are hungry for more.” Rosette’s face briefly
Cyrill’s heart was still beating fast even though he had already arrived at Vesta’s doorstep. When she called him on the phone, he sensed something was utterly wrong, something eerie; something that is going to happen unexpectedly. And Cyrill supposed it wasn’t a good one. “Vesta?” Cyrill then knocks three times, the perfect number when knocking. Not two or one, but three knocks. According to superstitions, when someone knocks once, it is doubtful if he or she is really a someone—a living person. When one knocks twice, it is said to be inviting a malevolent, unpleasant spirit within the house or building. Despite him being a Pasiphae werewolf, he still upholds and believes in superstitions. After all, there’s nothing wrong