Found 1889 A BLOOD STAINED 'I DO' Stories

In a world where magic is norm, and a place where vampires rule, being a blood virgin- someone who has never been drank from- is a coveted thing. Humans are traded as slaves, and Blood Virgins in particular are sold to the highest bidder. So what happens when the daughter of the leader of the rebellion is captured and sold to the prince of vampires? What happens when everything you thought you knew about the world proves to be wrong?
Follow Esme as she discovers herself and her new benefactor. ...

I close my eyes, and he’s there—Nelson, his hands rough but comforting, pinning me to the bed, his lips hot against my throat. “You’re mine, stranger,” he growled, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip, teasing until I arched, begging. His mouth claimed mine, fierce, possessive, and when he bent his face over my pussy. it was raw, consuming. my nails raking his hair as I gasped his name. The memory burns, my skin flushing, my breath hitching...

"The demon is back..."
I stand by my locker. "Puberty must've hit him like a fucking truck. When did he become so freaking hot?"
His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added.
Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into hi...

I feel an urgent throb deep between my legs, and I lift my hips up invitingly as the wetness blossoms between them. I bite my lip as I imagine Aleksandr sliding his long cold tongue into my hot wet pussy, exploring the tight pink folds while he eats me out. My nipples harden under the silky fabric of the night dress as heat surges through me, a rush of primal need. But as I moan out his name in my moment of lust, I feel a cold, strong hand clamp around my throat, pinning me to the bed.
His icy ...

The Shadow will rule. A hero will rise. Keriya Soulstar awakens on the other side of the world, far from Allentria, far from the dragon god Shivnath, far from everyone she's every known and loved. She can't remember what happened during her final battle with Necrovar, and she doesn't want to. Besides, she's comfortable in Jidaeln, a country where no one wields magic. She fits in. But Keriya knows she can't hide forever. With her sword—the only reminder of her troubled past—she ventures to a scho...

"In the shadows of fate, blood is the ink that writes the prophecy. No matter how hard you fight it, destiny flows through your veins." Her blood was like liquid fire; it attracts and destroys, but what if it attracts the wrong and destroys the good?
Gwen had always thought there was nothing particular about her. She was just a normal she-wolf living with her grandma who restricted her from most things for unknown reasons and a best friend whom she wasn't so sure considered her as one. Then she...