Vampire Bedding Romane & Geschichten

Rather, all of the designs in view have been pretty feminine. However, the area lacked mirrors and a dressing table, important factors of a lady's room, giving one a totally unnatural feeling. But as quickly as she noticed the jet black coffin positioned beside the mattress, Trisha immediately understood. "This is..." Definitely a vampire's room. Which turned into why there have been no mirrors. Because mirrors could now no longer display the mirrored image of the master, they have been meaningless. A vampire's characteristic -- no mirrored image withinside the mirror. Also, there has been a concern about sunlight. Hence the room's curtains have been fabricated from thick cloth for blocking

“It’s purely non-sexual. As you bitched about earlier, the rock bed could hurt your back, and I won’t see you incapacitated or you’ll be a liability during this dangerous journey. You’ll use me as a cushion. The blanket is for you to use as well. You can either put it on me and then sleep on it, or you can cover yourself with it. But it’s up to you if you’d rather cower in a corner and lie on a pile of rocks.” My jaw dropped. I kept getting this vampire wrong. Now that he mentioned rest, I felt bone-tired already. I would finish the rest of the food after I got some sleep. I strolled toward where the vampire lay, regarding him and finding to my satisfaction that he would make a good twin-siz

Elias with his mischievous grin, Seraphine with her fiery hair cascading like blood over her pale shoulders, Viktor’s powerful frame moving silently, and Damien whose dark gaze never left the pulse beating frantically in my throat. The room they brought me to was breathtaking in its decadence. Heavy crimson velvet drapes covered the tall windows, blocking out the moonlight except for thin silver beams that sliced across the floor like blades. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center, draped in black silk sheets that looked soft enough to drown in. Candles flickered everywhere, casting dancing shadows that made the vampires’ flawless skin glow with an otherworldly pallor. The air carrie

It’s smaller than my one at the mansion, but so much more inviting. A big four-poster canopy bed stands against the far wall. It looks old, but everything vampires own tend to be old. Here, as in the rest of the house, there are luscious plants in every corner, a little water fountain babbles among the plants under the window, and a bookcase full of books takes up one entire wall. “This will be your room,” Vesper says. He walks across the room and opens a wardrobe to the right of the bed. “There are some clothes in here. It’s all a little…old-fashioned, but I’m sure Aldric will sort you out with something more appropriate.”

In a swift movement, he was in her room. The bed lamp was on, it was a faint red lamp and for a normal human eye, you wouldn’t be able to see much but for a vampire, even in the dark, everything is bright. He watched as she lay peacefully in her bed. Her breath was in a slow movement and her body was covered in her white blanket. Her hair was tucked in a blue satin. She looked as fresh as morning dew in her sleeping state.

I suppose, in a way, that’s exactly what I was. Seb strode off into his bathroom and I looked around the room. The layout was the same as mine, but the four-poster bed I was sitting on was even more sumptuous. His covers were a dark forest green, embroidered with silver thread. It was cosy, with the candles all lit, flickering gently. Matching green, velvet, curtains surrounded the bed, and his furniture was black. It was almost modern looking, except for the traditional wainscoting and decorative carving. Then I noticed it was somewhat darker than my own room ever got during the day and realised a huge wardrobe was blocking most of the sole window in the room. Vampire stuff, I guess.

A jolt of electricity run through his hand at the extreme coldness radiating from the silver handle. He took a deep breath and opens it. The room that they found themselves in was decorated purely or a vampire queen. Marble black and white floor, a dark goth queen bed with sheer black drapes on the corner of the room and across of it is a balcony looking outside facing Dzhimara. The bed itself has red fabrics beneath the black cover, red ribbons decorating the top pane of the bed bringing colour to the black drapes. On the bed was Eve who wore her black strapless dress.

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

I hope Albert can give me another chance, and I promised not to let this slide away. "Princess, what's bothering you?" Romeo asked. "It's nothing, I'm fine" I replied. "Princess, this might sound funny and childish, you're free to make a jest of me till any level you want, but if you know what usually caused it, tell me, because I don't know why, since almost two months now, I've been having a terrible nightmare, I don't know why I kept seeing vampire, wolf and big bat every day I sleep" he said and I grew angrier.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa