Romaine, Cyrill, and Rozelyn were just staring at the scarlet letter—the letter that contained an invitation from Maebh Mullin’s soiree to their luxurious estate. They just arrived from the Zadzisai residence when the scarlet-colored letter flabbergasted them by their doorstep.
The three were, of course, somewhat bothered. They just witnessed one hell of an incident. Then now, they were invited for a luscious gathering, particularly from one of the people that the family was not-in-so-good-terms.
“What now?” asked Rozelyn.
“We’re invited for a reason. We will attend…for the sake of respect to the Mullin family as well,” Romaine replied in such a plain tone.
Darkness seems to be her fortress, her abode. Hidden in the shadows, a woman—dressed in a sleeveless ebony-black dress—took a bite from that flesh that she was fiercely holding. It was just a quick and small bite to savor the raw virgin heart—enough to register the taste in her craving tongue and dry throat. The corpse of the heartless woman lies before her—literally heartless. By just one glance, one could tell that no single drop of blood could be harvested from the body. Not even organs as they are all, well, devoured by this wretched creature. The woman’s autumn-colored hair was shining amidst the pitch black darkness
“You’re alright?” Though afraid and still shaking, the newly-awakened Rozelyn approached Cyrill. She asked him if he is alright, despite the fact that the lack of color and paleness in his face is vividly visible. Romaine was nowhere to be found. So, the four of them went to Avril’s recreational vehicle, parked just outside the iron gates of the Mullin’s estate. Cyrill fainted after eating the poor beagle, as if the spell cast within him had already dissipated. Luckily, Avril lent him his boxer shorts and plain white shirt since Cyrill’s clothes had been drenched in blood and filth. &nbs
If only Romaine could convert the sex moans she released earlier into cash, she would probably be richer that the Mullin family or even to the other billionaires worldwide. Her pussy was swelling. Well, it had always been every time she made fondue with Dorrien. She was never wrong in choosing this man as her partner-in-crime, as her lover, and as her best friend. Visenna had been a good best friend to her. But, the only thing that distinguishes her and him is the fact that Dorrien had a long, fierce, fat dick. She gave Dorrien one final glance. The lad is peacefully snoring now in his own apartment room, with just enough space and necessities he needed for everyday life. She lay down again and slowly closed her eyes as her
The sun was already setting when Rozelyn got over the fact that Romaine is a heathen by blood, by birth. She glanced at her who was putting their fishing materials to the trunk of their navy blue Sedan. Her stomach was very much full with the charcoal-grilled fishes she and Romaine caught. Rozelyn looked at herself at the side car mirror. She has indeed had huge changes ever since she became a blood-sucking vampire and dick-loving bitch. She touched her eyes, her nose, her face, and her lips. She is now wholly immortal, a ‘
Romaine’s face could not be painted. That black-clothed person just snatched her stepdaughter from her sight. Now, Rozelyn’s already lying on the cemented floor outside the building of the art gallery. Romaine Eastwood-Zadzisai can no longer count how many times Rozelyn fainted this month—the month of October. Samhain was fast approaching, and the incidents that happened to their family was fast increasing; perhaps even more.Without wasting another minute, she grabbed her phone from her clutch bag and phoned the only male in their family—Cyrill Emerson Clarke.*** She could hear the noise of two people having a tango in the other lin
The crying of Hestia Halls was music to her ears. Being a half-heathen is indeed an advantage, especially to a billionaire like Maebh Mullin. She watches as the demon she summoned breaks the teacher’s bones and spilled her vibrant red blood into the autumn ground. ‘How cheerful it is if I’m gonna do this to the Amalgam…’ She thought as she picked up the Black Peruvian Rose and ran her fingers along its petals. The night was dark, and terror flooded the park. But Maebh…she felt as if she was the Queen of the Night, the origin of the evil that plagued the city of Shamrock. “Are
First, it was Cyrill who was framed for a murder. Then Rozelyn. ‘What’s going on in this world? Why do people keep blaming other people for the heinous crime of their own?!’ These were the words she thought as she was being escorted towards outside the police station by Milah.Milah is Ezra’s wife and an Irish detective who graduated at the University of Dublin. Truly, when you have a family member who’s proficient in dealing with the law and taking legal actions, you can achieve justice and make yourself innocent—whether you’re truly innocent or just pretending to be one. “Are you okay, dear?” Milah asked her as she looked quivering even from a distance.&
“What happened in Surrey, Dorrien?” Dorrien could only listen to his alpha’s voice. He couldn’t move or open his mouth or perhaps even blink his eye. ‘What have those heathens done to me?!’ He conversed with himself, asked himself rather. He could see the frustration in Avril’s face—the disappointment, the worry, and the fury that were all painted on his beautiful face. He couldn’t stare or glare; his eyes were open but more like blankly gazing to nowhere. The faces of the two ladies in Surrey flashed back in his mind. Their faces—her face. The face that he tru