This is a FREE STORY with one paid bonus chapter! Once the sunlight goes to bed, that's when darkness wakes the dead. When a series of grisly deaths devastate 19th-century New England, sixteen-year-old farm girl Faith must outsmart the Undead to keep herself - and her family - alive. (Longer description inside.) 💀 ✨Of the Blood contains story art at the end of every chapter!✨ Trigger warning: this story is heavy and contains scenes of death (including that of children), and intermittent gore. • Wattpad Creators project • Editor's Pick March & April 2023 (THANK YOU!) • Featured on Wattpad and Ambassador-run profiles (thank you!) •Placed in the Future Banned Writer Awards 2023 on the FBWCBookClub profile (thank you!) • Placed in the Punk Rock Awards 2023 on the PrettyInPunkBC profile (thank you!) Of the Blood (available only on Wattpad) Copyright © 2023 Darly Jamison/Monrosey. All Rights Reserved. Artwork featured at the bottom of each chapter was created by the author on MidJourney. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Of the Blood is exclusive to W A T T P A D. If you are reading this story anywhere else, the site you're on has stolen it and you are at risk of a malware attack. Please notify the author or submit a ticket to Wattpad. Thank you for helping to protect my work! Notice: This document is not authorized for upload or use with artificial intelligence systems or platforms. Any attempt to upload, analyze, or process this content using AI technology is strictly prohibited.

(In the process of being heavily edited! Chp 1-6 finished) His eyes sparkle wickedly, as he smirks down at me. "You obviously don't know who I am do you?" He really expects me to know who he is? I burst out laughing and roll my eyes, "Obviously you aren't important enough for me to know." His face is now dangerously close to mine and for a second I swear he is going to kiss me. Instead, his lips brush my ear, sending shock waves throughout my whole body. I don't think I can push him away even if I tried. His voice is low and husky in my ear, "My name is Marcus Declan, and I am powerful enough to buy you and every last thing you own."

"Did you like slamming my body on the wall love?" Delilah said sitting up straighter. Axel looked at Delilah with wide eyes before looking at his book again. "Love, I asked you a question." Delilah said taking his book from him. "Did you like man handling?" Delilah looked in his eyes feeling herself become wet again. "I-I'm sorry. I should have never done-done that." Axel said avoiding eye contact with her. Delilah stayed quiet looking at him with wide eyes. She wanted Axel to take her on the table right now. She wanted him to slap her in the face and ass with his belt as she begged for more. "I-I have to go." Axel said packing his things up quickly before walking out the library door. Delilah picked her pencil up placing it in her mouth making it wet, she then opened her legs and placed the pencil to her clit. She then stuck the pencil inside of her, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head.

The Devil met his Angel. Zachary Reynold Knight is dominating, arrogant, billionaire playboy and CEO of Knight Inc.,. He is simply called the devil. Girls literally worship the land he walks and he likes it... no loves it. He uses them and throws them like crap. He is well known for his playboy ways and his cold demanor. But all that changes on one raining night. The night he becomes the shining armor of the beautiful, innocent and naive angel, Amelia. That claims his heart from the first sight and he wants to remain her knight forever. He is determined to make her his and only his even if it means blackmailing her . The beautiful cover by: Sweetblast

She tried to climb off of my lap and I held her waist keeping her on top of the bulk in my pants. I'm sure she could have felt my dick pulsing as her pussy laid against it. I moved her waist backed and fort rubbing her pussy against my semi-hard dick. She moaned as we grinded against each other. I put my head against the crook of her neck and whispered "where do you think you're going?" "To get us something to eat" she said furrowing her eyebrows at me. "You can sit right her a little longer love" "What? You're gonna dry hump me? She said sarcastically rolling her eyes at me. I snaked my hands around her throat and reminded her not to roll her eyes at me. Without a doubt, as stubborn as this one is, she rolled them again. Enemies? Or not?