Bloody Roses

Bloody Roses

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"The flames reflected in her dilating pupils. She was dying. With each ragged breath she took, she knew she would soon be taking her last one. At least he was dead. He could never hurt anyone else the way he had hurt her. He was trapped in the house, that was now consumed in flames and smoke. A small smile played upon her bloody lips. She may be dying but she wasn't dying alone. She felt, more than seen someone beside her. " Too late now," she thought. The police are too late. He was dead she was sure, and it would only be a matter of minutes before she would be consumed in the darkness death brings. A face appeared before her swollen and bleary eyes. A moment of panic as fangs shone in the moonlight. Perhaps she should have listened closer to the stories. Maybe she shouldn't have laughed at what she thought of tall tales of vampires. She was too weak to scream as she felt the fangs pierce her skin. She could only lay there, and breathe her last breath as a human.
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-sample- "Answer my question and I would more than love to continue." I find myself nodding frantically and his chuckle echoes in his body. "Use your words." I find myself blushing again but I say nothing. He pulls a breath away from me. When I continue to say nothing he leans back down, briefly brushing his lips over mine with no pressure behind it. His hand on the base of my neck moves up slightly, tilting my head back to his side so my neck is to him. His fingertips brushing over my skin sends a large wave of tingles through me and I can't suppress the shudder that leaves me. He brushes his nose against my neck and I tighten my fisted hand to a point of pain. His hand on my waist quickly goes to my fisted knuckles and smooths them out onto his chest once again. "Can you feel how fast my heart beats for you, Celeste?" It is much faster now. "It's because it belongs to you. All of me? Belongs to you." ~ Finding herself suddenly alone and injured, Celeste finds herself on the grounds of one of the largest packs in the country. Scared of what will become of herself, she never expected to meet her mate and she definitely didn't expect him to be the Alpha of the pack. Xavier always longed to meet his mate, longed to complete his family. And when she, a rogue and a runt, ends up on his pack lands, he vows to protect and love her. Only how can he protect her when mysteriously scentless rogues are attacking more packs every day? When an old enemy of Celeste's makes an appearance in plain sight? When every sign of danger seems to be pointed in Celeste's direction? ~ #3 in Werewolf #5 in dark fantasy #39 in Supernatural #25 in fantasy-romance #1 in rewrite #6 in new adult 💛 this story is exclusively on Good Novel💛 (rewrite of ILR)

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