Vampires Never Get Old Novels & Stories

WARNING: This story contains extreme content, including non-consensual to consensual themes, breeding, public humiliation, degradation, taboo elements, rough claiming and graphic romance acts. Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with caution - this is dark, filthy naughty story with no redemption arc. I was always the extra daughter, unwanted, unseen, and disposable. While my sister Lia was cherished, I was the one they sold to save everything. On her wedding day, I became the bride instead. Veiled and silent, I was forced into Adrian Laurent’s bed, the cold, ruthless billionaire who had fallen for her picture. That night, he didn’t know it was me. Drunk and burning with lust, he pinned me down, ripped my wedding dress open, and made love to me like a man possessed. He buried himself deep inside me with every brutal thrust, groaning Lia’s name against my throat while I came apart beneath him, shattered by unwanted pleasure. The next morning, disgust replaced his hunger. Humiliated and blamed for a crime I didn’t commit, I became his invisible wife, used, ignored, and broken. He only used me to satisfy his cravings for needs , claiming me whenever he sees me in the house, ruthless forcing his manhood into my mouth and dipping it down my throat filling me up. After claiming me like a slave, I would catch him having soft romantic pleasurable moment with my sister like he was a puppy before her. Until the secret growing in my belly gave me the strength to run. Years later, I returned. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable. But the moment Adrian sees me again, and lays eyes on the children who carry his blood, his obsession ignites. He will never let me go again. And this time, he won’t be gentle

My wedding starts at 12:00 pm on the dot. There are 58 tables, each table costing 8888 dollars. 120 bottles of premium liquor have been opened. 300 packs of top-tier cigarettes are unsealed. At 2:30 pm, all the guests have left the scene, leaving nothing but a huge mess behind. That's when a server hands me the bill. "It'll be 510 thousand dollars, miss." I'm left gobsmacked. "I'm a wedding guest, not the organizer." The groom is Charlie Humboldt, my ex-boyfriend. At the moment, he takes his pregnant bride, Sasha Fitch, by the hand while sneering at me. "Since you're here, you might as well foot the bill. Think of it as your way of compensating for my youth." Charlie's mother, Melissa Carlton, moves to block the door. "If you're not paying the bill, then you can forget about leaving. No one wants you anyway, so you might as well stay here and pay off your debt by working as a dishwasher!" As I stare at the shameless family, I dig out my phone quietly. What they don't know is that this five-star hotel is a gift from my dad to me.

When Selena Sloane takes her assistant, Preston Jones, to the hospital in order to get his lower back checked out, her 18-year-old self is in the middle of making out with me while having me pinned against the wall. "Darling, how is it that you smell so good and your kisses are still this amazing despite being 30 years old? Oh, I love you so much, darling! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why isn't she here to pick you up after work?" I push Young Selena off me sadly. That's when I happen to meet the 30-year-old Selena's icy gaze. "You already have a mistress of your own, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me, hmm? Zack Holt, you really are pathetic." As I watch the older Selena supporting Preston and walking away, the younger Selena starts kicking up a fuss in my arms once again. "That idiot! How dare she speak to my darling so arrogantly? Why, I might as well kill myself right now so that she'll disappear from this world as well!"

I was the kind of girl everyone called hopelessly lovestruck. That day was no different from any other. I clung to my boyfriend’s arm, leaned in close, and shamelessly asked for a kiss like I always did. However, right before my lips touched his, a line of glowing comments drifted across my vision. They floated in the air like a livestream chat. [Can this side character wake up already? Can she not see the male lead avoided her the entire time? He hated clingy relationships like this.] [The kind of person who really suits him is the female lead. Someone gentle, patient, and understanding.] [Once the real female lead shows up, this annoying clingy girlfriend is definitely getting dumped.] My body froze. I slowly loosened my arms from around his neck. In the next second, he suddenly looked up at me. “Why’d you stop?”

Ava never planned for her life to fall apart in a single day. One phone call from a hospital changes everything she knows about her family, her future, and her strength. Her Sister is dying, and the only chance to save her comes with a price she can never afford. Then she meets Dominic Hale. A cold, powerful billionaire who holds the key to her sister’s survival—and makes her an impossible offer. Help will be given… but nothing is free. “What do you want from me?” she asks, broken and desperate. His answer shatters her world. “Marry me.” A contract. A stranger. A deal that ties her life to a man she doesn’t understand. But as fear turns into dependence, and distance turns into something deeper, Ava begins to realize that nothing about Dominic is simple… and nothing about their connection is accidental. Because some love stories are not planned. They are demanded. And some deals were never meant to stay just business.

Successful wedding planner si Seraphina Reyes. Sanay siyang gawing perpekto ang mga love story ng ibang tao, kahit matagal nang hindi perpekto ang sarili niyang buhay. Akala niya ay maayos na ang lahat—hanggang sa isang simpleng pagkuha ng dokumento sa PSA ang tuluyang gumulo sa mundo niya. Ayon sa records, kasal na siya. At ang mas nakakagulat? Ang nakarehistrong asawa niya ay si Lucien Monteverde, isang billionaire CEO na kilala sa buong bansa. Ang problema? Hindi niya ito maalala. Determinado na hanapin ang katotohanan, sinubukan ni Sera na alamin kung paano siya napakasal sa isang lalaking ni minsan ay hindi niya matandaang nakilala. Ngunit habang unti-unti niyang binubuksan ang mga lihim ng nakaraan, mas marami pang misteryo ang lumalabas. Mga nawawalang alaala. Mga nakatagong dokumento. At mga taong handang gawin ang lahat upang manatiling nakabaon ang katotohanan. Sa pagitan ng mga sikreto, kasinungalingan, at alaalang pilit bumabalik, matutuklasan ni Sera na may mga pag-ibig na hindi basta nawawala—kahit pa burahin ng panahon ang bawat alaala nito. Ngunit kapag nabunyag na ang buong katotohanan, handa pa rin ba silang piliin ang isa't isa? O may dahilan ang tadhana kung bakit nakalimutan nila ang kanilang mga ala-ala.

There was an open secret among upper-class society. The wealthy man, Brandon Anderson, loved his wife to death. However, he was addicted to cheating on her. He would give everything those young women wanted from him, but he had one strict rule for them: not to expose anything to his wife. Everyone knew that he had loved his wife for ten years, and he had put in a lot of effort to marry her. He had once said that if his wife died, he would not survive. However, this latest mistress did not follow his instruction. She came to me because he doted on her. She sent me a lot of photos of condoms and his sleeping face. “Ms. Lowe, this brand is too good. I was screaming the whole night. Has Mr. Anderson ever used that with you?” It was that moment that I realized the young man who was infatuated with me had given his heart to me, but his body to other people. When I saw the photos, I cried so hard that I had no more tears. Then, I drafted a divorce agreement and signed it. I turned around and saw Brandon, seventeen again, crying as he stared at me.

"Evelyn Vane. You conspired with the Fallen. You tried to murder Tania Swann, future Lady of the Nightfall Court. Today, your blood wakes the Blood Mirror. We will rip out your memories. We will seal your fate." In the ancient catacombs, the Blood Mirror cast a dark red halo in the candlelight. My former fated mate lounged on his black velvet throne. He was Valerius Cross, the noble Lord of the Nightfall Court. Those eyes used to look at me with love. Now, they held only disgust. "The Blood Mirror will show every betrayal you've committed against this Court. Our entire kind will see the monster hiding under that pretty skin!" Tania clung softly to Valerius's broad chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin. A sweet, smug smile played on her lips. She was so sure the mirror would condemn me tonight. She was so sure I'd burn to ashes. The rune-carved silver chains bit deep into my flesh. Black smoke hissed from my burns. Even so, I spoke. My voice was broken. "Valerius, are you sure about this? Do you really want my blood to show you my memories? Once it starts... none of you can turn back."

"What is the meaning of this, Logan!" "You don't have the right to know my reasons, Aarhea, but as you can see, I just playing on you!" His fiance and her best friend betrayed Aarhea and got into an accident. She thought she had died, but she woke up two years when they hadn't shown their true identities. Life gave her another chance to correct her mistakes, and she'll use it to get revenge on those who betrayed and hurt her. In her revenge, she didn't expect she find her true love in an unexpected and least possible guy she hurt in her past life. What will happen to Aarhea? Will she succeed in her revenge, or will it be the same destiny?

Every time Anthony Slim and I tried to get our marriage license, something went wrong. For three years, we tried thirty times. And every single attempt ended in an accident. The first attempt ended with a vagrant that went berserk and stabbed me four times. I nearly died outside the city hall. The second attempt ended with a speeding motorcycle crushing the bones of my hand. The third attempt ended with a burning mall, and I was trapped inside for three whole hours. … Everyone told me to cancel the engagement, but I stubbornly refused to give up. And then the 31st attempt ended with me getting rushed into the ICU. A billboard that fell from up high crashed right into me. I was rushed into the ICU with a severe head injury. The doctors issued one critical notice after another. For two months, I hovered between life and death before barely pulling through. Then on the day of my discharge, I overheard Anthony talking to his best friend. "If you really love that underprivileged student and want this marriage canceled, you can just tell Melissa. Why set up all those accidents? She nearly died." Anthony did not answer for a long time. When he did, his voice was filled with gloom. "I don't have a choice. Her family saved my life ten years ago, and her parents died in the process. This marriage contract is repayment of that favor. "But I only love Lily. I won’t marry anyone but her.” I looked at the bruises and wounds that decorated every inch of my skin and let out a broken cry. All the accidents and near-death experiences I went through were the machinations of another man, not actual mishaps. If Anthony was feeling stuck, I was more than happy to make that choice for him.