Bad Blood 2 by Rashel Jordan (best love story novels in english .TXT) 📖

ear. I shivered. I took this time to look him over. He had on regular blue jeans, but they hung off low on his waist. He had massive, like I mean HUGE, black wings, and guess what? He didn't have a shirt on!
"I'm not your love. I don't know you,and you don't know me. So go find someone else to stalk." I sneered. He chuckled, eerily. I shuddered at the sound.
"Whatever I want,I get." he said simply. I smiled, but to him, it probably looked like a snarl.
"I'm just as stubborn as you are, maybe even more. But guess what? I get what I want. Just like you. But I don't stalk the person in their dreams!" I shouted at him. Michael frowned, but it went away quickly.
"You're right. Maybe I should walk into your room and seduce you into to agreeing that you are mine." he said. I was shocked. I snorted.
"Let's get this straight. I'm am not a piece of property. I do not belong to you. My love goes to my family, friends, and Hellewise." I said, confidently. At the mention of Hellewise he winced but tried to cover it up.
"Now remember this. If you go after my family or friends, it'll be me you have to worry about, not the Archangels." I warned. I was glad my voice sounded brave because I was shaking with fear inside.

Threats of A Half Vamp

I opened my eyes to see Elijah's face over mine.
"What the hell?" I hissed. He sighed, relieved.
"Why are you in my room?"I asked.
"Goddess, I thought you were in danger!" Elijah sank down to the side of my bed. I sat up and noticed that I was in my bra and boy shorts.
"Where are my clothes?" I said, clutching the blanket to me. Elijah looked up at me in surprise.
"You didn't have any on when I came in." Elijah looked down in embarrassment. His cheeks were a reddish color as he blushed.
"But I had clothes on when I went to bed." I stated. I looked around my room. I saw a shirt on my window sill and recognized it as my pj's. I got up. Elijah closed his eyes.
"Jeesh, men are such babies." I put on the over sized shirt. I noticed something else that was by the window. I saw a black feather. From Michael. He was in my room. That sneaky little-
"Hey! Hey, just calm down, Corrie." Elijah said, hugging me. My arms were bright red.
"You never answered my question. Why did you come in my room?" I grabbed two fist fulls of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. He had put his arms up in surrender.
"I don't know! I just felt some of your emotions, you know. At first, you were scared, then you were feeling threatened, and then I felt your anger." Elijah shrugged his shoulders miserably.
"Jeesh, I feel like my privacy is invaded." I muttered.
"Well, it's not my fault I can sense you all the way to down the tips of your hair." he ruffled his bedhead hair. I raised one of my black brows, delicately.
"You can sense everyone like that?" I asked.
"No, just you." he sighed.
"So you're a Senser and I'm a Siren." I ran my hand through my hair. I let Elijah go and sat on my bed.
"You're a Siren?" Elijah sat next to me.
"Yes." I said.
"Aren't Sirens like Charmers?" he asked. I gasped.
"No. There is a big difference between a Siren and a Charmer."
"What's the difference between a Siren and a Charmer?" Elijah snorted. I punched him in the stomach and ran quietly, but fast, down the stairs(one of the benifits of having vampire blood in me, I guess). When I reached the bottom, I fell. I couldn't move. Elijah was making his way down the stairs slowly, a smile on his face. He used the paralyze spell on me, as I knew he would.
"Now, you can't move until I let you." Elijah chuckled, leaning over me. I smiled sweetly.
"Eli, I can't move! Please let me move." I whined. I started getting back the feelings in my legs. As soon as I did, I clipped him.
"That's the Charmer." He fell hard, and screamed out in pain. It caused a lot of noise. Raven and Nathan ran downstairs. They saw us on the floor.
"What did you do to her, Elijah?!" Nathan screamed.
"Eli, you better hope I don't kill you!" Raven said.
"And that's the Siren." I said. Elijah coughed and nodded.
"Calm down. I was teaching him what the difference between a Charmer and a Siren is." I said getting up and helping Elijah up, too.
"Thanks." Elijah said.
"You charmed me. That's why you were able to knock off the spell. But I still don't get the difference." Elijah sighed.
"Why?" Nathan asked. Elijah shot me a look that said to keep quiet.
"Because he asked." I sighed. Raven eyed me. Nathan was shooting blades at Elijah.
"Okay, everyone back up stairs." I started herding everyone upstairs. I was about to open my door when a tan arm snaked around my waist and pulled me backwards. I was pushed against a wall.
"Corrie, what was the real reason he asked that question?" Nathan said in my ear. His breath tickled my neck.
"I already told you." I said through clenched teeth.
"That was a lie. Tell me the truth." his arm was still around my waist. He began to squeeze.
"Go to hell." I said, out of breath.
"You go first." he hissed. I felt my pupils dilate and my gums tingled.
"Get off of me or I swear on every cell in my body, I will kill you." I said in a sickly sweet voice. I gave him a toothy smile. He gasped. Yes, he saw my fangs. He let go and ran to his room. I sighed and went back to bed. Ah, hell, more problems for me in the morning. I fell back into a dreamless slumber.

Try To Kill Me?

I woke up. Why did I feel trapped? Why did I feel paranoid? As I looked up I gasped. A large wooden stake hung over me. The hand that was holding it belonged to Nathan. I could hear boots walking around upstairs. Upstairs? I looked around and realized where I was. In the basement. I was about to scream, but he covered my mouth.
"Corriander? Corrie?!" I heard Raven's muffled voice upstairs, looking for me. Once he was sure I wasn't going to scream, he removed his hand. I closed my eyes and summoned all my energy.
Elijah!I'm in the basement!Help,this idiot is trying to stake me!

I sent from my mind, hoping that Elijah or Raven would hear it. I heard two sets of feet make their way into the basement. Before either of them had a chance to do anything, Nathan staked me. I screamed out in pain. I'm going to die, this is it. I thought I was going to die. It turns out, he staked me in my shoulder. He actually dislocated my arm.
"Corrie!" it was Violet. I hadn't seen her all day. She rushed over to me, carefully but fast, and took the stake out. I gasped in pain. She and Raven were over me, going over which spells would heal my wound. I already knew it would take some time for it to be okay. Then, there was a sickening crack. We hadn't noticed Elijah heading for Nathan.
"Elijah! Stop!" Raven and Violet were shouting at him.
"Elijah Arlin." I whispered it, but immediately, Elijah stopped and walked towards me. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head in shame.
"I command you to stop. And go upstairs and calm down." I said each word with authority.
"Yes, Corrie." he got up and left. I sighed and layed back down. My head was pounding and I could hear the blooding running through my ears. The edges of my vision turned fuzzy.
"Corrie, how do feel?" Raven asked worriedly, was standing right next to me, but she sounded far away.
"Light and sleepy." I sighed.
"No you don't! You don't feel sleepy, Corrie!" Violet threw herself on me.Her body shook and heaved with sobs. Raven put a hand on her back and tried to keep her calm.
"We have to let sleep so we can do the spell on her or she'll die from blood-loss." she said to my sister. Now I saw gray dots everywhere. As my eyes started to get heavy I realized that if I went to sleep I might see Michael again.
"I don't want to go to sleep! Don't let me go to sleep, please!" I thought I yelled it, but it came out as a whisper. I noticed I was crying. When Violet saw my tears, she looked to Raven.
"I'm sorry. We have to let you to sleep." Violet said. She kissed my forehead. I shook my head, slowly. My eyes betrayed me by closing.
"No." was the last thing I said before I lost myself in a deep slumber.

Kiss Me, Warrior

At least I wasn't in a field with Michael. When I looked around, I wasn't so sure that where I was was much better. I was in an arena that was filled with people. I was wearing a sleeveless leather shirt that stopped an inch above my navel, a leather skirt(if I bent over I'm pretty sure my backside would have been exposed.)that stopped five inches above my knees, my feet