Vampire Bedding Romane & Geschichten

Is it even still morning? Ugh! Where is Damien? I step out of the bed and start debating on whether to make the bed or leave it like that. But that would be unladylike. I don't want Damien or any of his family members to get the wrong impression of me. I hurriedly remove all the covers from the bed and start putting them together neatly. Once that is done, I organize the decorative pillows and stand aside to admire my work of art. "You shouldn't have bothered," Damien's voice sounds from beside me and I am startled out of my thoughts. With this vampire superspeed, I will be getting a lot of that.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

[After two weeks: outside the castle] ‘It's time to escape and look for her. Leon looked back at the huge old castle before he began his entrance into the forest that surrounded it. The forest is full of giant dead-like trees, hanging vines, and a cold atmosphere that can send you a shiver down your spine—it’s always been dark in this forest where the sun doesn’t shine. The Riparian Zone, the abandoned place where the race feeds on the blood of human lives and the vampire prison—is said to be the "perfect lair" for the vicious hiding vampires. Leon had decided to leave the castle today, which had become his prison and hell for the last 19 years, taking nothing with him other than his clothin

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Nyx gazed at the room Zurie had taken her; decked with a bright shade of wallpaper, victorian furnitures a queen sized bed and large velvet drapes. She watched the wick of the candles slowly burn to cast a dimly lit glow on the room, pulling at the damned piece of clothing the vampire had made her change into. Spotting the entrance to the bathroom she inwardly thanked Zurie for letting her share her room. Feeling an ounce of relief when it seemed like he'd eventually forgotten about her for a while. Reaching for the faucet, she turned it on, letting the surprisingly warm water cascade all over her body that had begun to scream out its exhaustion.

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

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

I added slyly as I made my way into the bedroom. He stood in a place for a moment longer before following me into the room. I was astonished at how big the big room was. It had a king-sized bed with a ton of dressers. There was also an attached bathroom which I was relieved to see. Like everything else in the villa, his furniture was dark, and his curtains were closed tightly, making the room appear gloomy. I now understood that it was because the sun makes vampires ill, but I wasn’t a vampire and I wasn’t going to keep this room looking gloomy.