Vampire Bedding の小説・ストーリー

We both fed our mate bond for years without realizing it, and now I could never let go of him. The riot in my head made it hard to find a comfortable position despite the high quality of the bedding. It was like laying down on a fluffy cloud. At least wolves knew the importance of a good rest and what is needed to attain it. Not like the vampires who never sleep. They think that beds are just decorative furniture to complete the interior design of their cribs.

The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up with a warm, peach colored blanket with at least five pillows surrounding the headboard. As I stood gawking at my new room, I heard Draven ‘tsk’ before giving me a slight push inside, sending me stumbling forward. I swiftly turned around and stood up straight before regaining my posture, realizing that I was still in a mansion full of blood-thirsty vampires. There was no time to admire or gloat over my new bedroom.

*Logan* I lay in my bed, propped up on the pillow that smelled of apple pie, and watched both my girls sleeping, curled on the massive bed, holding each other's hands. An intensely red, warm quilt with Christmas gift patterns shines in your eyes like the glow of a burning fire in the fireplace. Vampires know no moderation in decorating, playing, eating, drinking, or in life in general. Their fortunes are always countless, their estates are exaggerated, and their tastes are tacky, starkly contrasting to my simple, balanced life.

Like she’s waiting for me to say something. “Get out.” I didn’t throw a glance at her anymore and buried myself on the pillow. Then a sudden thought visited my mind. Vampires don’t sleep, why do they have a bed? Is this for visitors? I shrugged and put my gaze on the food. I suddenly felt hungry. I wasn’t eating since last night so I quickly put all those inside my mouth, I even nodded while chewing them all up. They have a nice taste in food. This is probably meat of pig plus a cook that is quite skilled.

About an hour after the sun has risen, I go to sleep. My bed is Vampyre style, which consists of a thin mattress on the floor and a wooden platform about three feet above it, ideal for protection from the light. A tipped-over coffin, basically, Anna said the first time she saw it, and I still hate her a bit for it. But it’s deliciously comfortable, and I bemoan the fact that I could never find anything like this in Human territory, let alone among the Weres. Then, before I doze off, I wonder whether that’s even relevant. What will happen to me next? With Owen ascending, will there even be a need for marriages of convenience between our people?

And now I’ve found my true mate, my fated mate. I stroked her hair as I watched her sleep. Last night she had fallen asleep in my arms as she settled herself. That’s when I moved her into her bed and tucked her in. I did leave for a few minutes to get a change of clothes, and she was still sleeping soundly when I got back. I grabbed a blanket out of the basket in the living room and spent the rest of the night laying on top of the covers next to her in the bed. Vampires can sleep, but they don’t need nearly as much as other beings, a couple hours at most. I spent most of the night watching her; she must have been having a bad dream at one point because she began to mutter and whimper in her

Matteo stepped into a dark hallway, with candles flickering along the walls. His short blond hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes scanned the area until they found a black coffin sitting in the middle of the room. He walked over and gently lifted the lid. Inside, the vampire Vlad was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his chest. Matteo knew Vlad hated being woken up, but this couldn't wait. He sharpened his claws and sliced open his own palm, letting his blood drip onto Vlad's lips.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

Hoping that Ace won’t hurt me, I covered myself with a blanket and rolled down in bed. Did he knew? After the announcement, his people made a feast for us and it’s kinda awkward for me to socialize with vampires who eats human flesh and suck blood even on broad daylight. It was a tough day for me that’s why I took a nap in his room. Well, that’s what a woman told me. Maybe he knew that I entered his room? That’s why he's kinda angry to me?

I was brutally awoken by a thundering bang, followed by several less intense knocks, I pulled the blanket over my shoulders, quickly noticing the pale ink gown by the bottom of the bed. Had the healer already been? Had I slept through it all? I climbed to my feet, pleased when nothing hurt nor ached, hurriedly throwing the dress over my exposed body and walking towards the door; not sure what to expect. “Wake up filthy witch!” Came a vicious voice, the voice of a vampire I didn’t recognise, though I could sense it was an undead creature.