Bloody Pleasures 『Short Novel』

Prologue

A/N: This is my first ever romance/mystery and thriller short novel. Feel free to give me comments. I will definitely appreciate it. Please bear with my English and grammatical errors. I know my limits but how will I ever learn if I won't start writing? :)

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Bloody Pleasures

Staring my ever sweet blissful sin,
Captivating by his devilishly grin,
I want nothing, but only him, just him.
Wanting to kill the woman of his dreams..

That was a very tempting thought for her, but she slowly shook her head. Danger couldn't do it no matter how her subconscious demanded her.

"You're alone again, cupcake." She turned around and found him, the man of her dreams, sitting right next to her -- Ezekiel.

Cupcake was his endearment that he'd been given to her, ever since they had known each other.

His scent intoxicated her. He smelled so good with his sweet perfume.

Fot a second, Danger forgot that she was in profound rage. She guessed, his warm presence instantly made her calm. He was like the most forbidden fruit she'd ever seen, however still, she wanted to taste him so bad. If only he knew. If only he knew how much his presence could make her feel uneasy. If only he knew how he had done to her feelings. But Ezekiel was too dumb not to notice anything.

Instead of hating him while peculiarly loved him more, she stared his sober face. His red lips were quite parted a little and she had this sudden urge to pull him into her arms, wrapped herself all over him, and kissed him with passion. What would it feels like to taste him? To have him? To be with him?

It was so damn tempting that her entire body burned instantly from the inside, wrecking her apart. For she knew, whatever she would do, Ezekiel had no attractions upon her.

"What did you do?"

Danger snapped out into her mind when she saw his face horribly looking down to her bloody hands. Fresh blood still dripped on her trembling little fingers as she tried not to take a look towards his suspicious stares. A short sharp knife with traces of bloods on the cold ground was on her right hand. She had buried her poor victim beneath the soil, wherein she was nonchalantly sitting right in this very moment. And her white shirt had blood stains all over, when she stabbed it effortlessly until it had loosen its life.

That annoying worthless puppy of her neighbor...

She didn't have any regrets when she'd killed it a while ago. Those agonies and cries for mercy made her heart beat so fast like music to her ears. Enjoying the pain was her nature. Taking pleasures from tortures was her hobby. Such peculiar habit of hers which no one would ever understand, made her feel contented.

Just like him.

His smile had gone and those warm gaze had turned into cold one while he pulled her up from the ground.

"You should stop this strange habit of yours."

She smiled childishly, like she had never done anything wrong with her murderous actions. "I couldn't stop it. That dog was getting in my nerves."

His face become more sober than ever but she was actually liking it. He'd never been so attentive to her. "If I will be annoying to you, will you kill me too, Danger?"

Shocked, she was speechless.

What on earth was that kind of question? Of course, she couldn't kill him. Why would she?

He took the knife on her bloody palm and threw it away.

"I swear Danger, if you'll do this again; you'll get yourself into trouble that you can never escape. Let's get you inside before someone sees you like this."

She rolled her eyes but it warmed her heart, anyway. Why was every time she tried to kill something, her bestfriend, Ezekiel caught her? This was her weird hobby since grade school and Ezekiel knew this all along. Sometimes, he even lied to them to cover up her wrong doings. It made her smile knowing that he never left her even though he had every bit of reason to do so.

"You are still protecting me, huh?" she smiled bitterly.

He heaved a sigh before she turned around and met her gaze. "Of course, cupcake. I will protect you, silly, no matter how unreasonable you become."

"Don't you hate me?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"I won't," he replied. "You are the only bestfriend that I have. I cannot hate you."

Danger smiled and looked at the clea, blue sky.  She wanted more of him. Ezekiel accepted every bit of her imperfection since day one, and not even one soul could do that. Only him. And the more he helped her and took care of her, the more she got drowned with him -- over and over again -- and she hated it.

"My only bestfriend, the only man I love,
The man of my dreams, whom I can never have,
But he is mine and no one will own him, except me.
I will kill anyone who will get in my way."

Abruptly, Danger had realized as her face grimaced from this one single infuriating thought about Ezekiel, who had been falling so madly in love to a bitchy witch, who was none other than her flirty little sister.