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The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 79: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: Discomfort
I stood behind my bedroom door longer than I needed to that morning.My hand hovered over the doorknob, fingers flexing as if I needed to convince my own body to cooperate. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the image of Ashley standing in the living room under the harsh ceiling light—her clothes stained red, her lips marked with something I didn’t want to name.She said it was paint, but why do I find it hard to believe that?I exhaled slowly and pressed my forehead against the door.Get a grip, Josh!I can't let fear dictate my actions. I was an adult. A rational person. Whatever I have seen last night, there had to be a logical explanation. Jumping to conclusions wouldn’t help anyone—least of all me.“She hasn’t hurt anyone,” I muttered to myself. “She hasn’t done anything wrong.”I straightened, rolling my shoulders back. I wasn’t going to be scared of Ashley. She's just a girl and I shouldn't overthinking thinks. That won't be fair to her.Ashely s
The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 78: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: Blood.
Days passed, but instead of things settling into a routine, Ashley only grew stranger. At first, it was small things. Things I told myself didn’t matter. Things I tried to ignore but couldn't.It started with food.Since she doesn't know how to cook, cooking became my responsibility. After my family died, I had to learn how to cook because I mostly like being alone. Which is why I can cook.I remember the first time I offered Ashely breakfast after the chaos in the kitchen, she had grimace after having a taste, but I thought my eyes might be playing tricks on me. But after living together for longer time, I realized that maybe it was not.But as days goes by, I realized that maybe Ashely hated food which is strange. If it had been a particular food, it would be understandable, but she doesn't seem to like anything I prepared. I started noticing it the second time I offered her food, she said she wasn’t hungry. The third time, she claimed she’d eaten outside. By the fourth day, a patt
The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 77: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: Strange.
For the first time in years, I couldn't concentrate on my work.The documents spread neatly across my desk blurred together no matter how many times I read them. Numbers that would normally snap into place like obedient soldiers now floated uselessly in my mind.My thoughts kept drifting—uninvited and persistent—to my housemaid Ashely.I leaned back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose as if that would somehow force my brain back on track. This was ridiculous. I had far more important things to think about than my housemaid who I find very very strange.And yet, there was something about her that didn’t sit right with me. I still cant get over the fact that she turned out to be younger by some magic when her profile clearly showed that she was an older woman with two years experience.Thinking about it, I still can't seem to get over the shock. This is beyond strange. I can't believe I hired her without checking probably to be sure that she wasn't an imposter.What's wrong with
The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 76: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: First Day Chaos.
I woke up choking.The smell that invaded my senses was so aggressive it felt like it had hands. Thick, acrid and unmistakable. Something was burning.For a few foggy seconds, I stayed where I was, half-buried in sleep, my mind scrambling for excuses. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was the neighbor in the next apartment doing something reckless at an ungodly hour.Then the smell got worse and I sat up in bed almost coughing out my lunch. My eyes flew open. Holy shit, there's smoke in my room!“Oh shit,” I muttered, throwing the covers off. I stumbled out of bed, still half-asleep, nearly tripping over my own feet as I rushed out of my bedroom. My pulse thundered in my ears as I followed the smell. It was coming from the kitchen.I burst in like a mad man. The kitchen was filled with smoke so thick it looked like a low-budget horror movie. It clung to the ceiling, curled around the cabinets, and stung my eyes the second I stepped inside. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face, p
The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 75: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: Is She An Imposter.
I had lost track of time again.The numbers on my computer screen blurred together, lines of reports and projections stacking on top of each other until they all felt the same. My office was quiet because everyone else has gone home and the building itself seems to exhale. The lights outside my glass walls were mostly off now, the city beyond the windows glowing faintly as dusk slid into night.Rita my secretary had hovered by my desk earlier, clutching her tablet like a shield, hesitation written all over her face. She always did that when she wanted to say something personal.“Sir,” she had said carefully, “do you want me to stay and help you wrap this up?”I didn’t even have to look at her to know she was tired. Rita worked hard, too hard sometimes and I wasn’t about to turn her into a mirror of myself.“No,” I had replied instantly. “Go home. You’ve done enough for today.”She had looked relieved, though she tried to hide it behind professionalism. I watched her gather her things,
The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood Chapter 74: My Housemaid Is A Vampire: Wrong Face.
I had lost track of time again.The numbers on my computer screen blurred together, lines of reports and projections stacking on top of each other until they all felt the same. My office was quiet because everyone else has gone home and the building itself seems to exhale. The lights outside my glass walls were mostly off now, the city beyond the windows glowing faintly as dusk slid into night.Rita my secretary had hovered by my desk earlier, clutching her tablet like a shield, hesitation written all over her face. She always did that when she wanted to say something personal.“Sir,” she had said carefully, “do you want me to stay and help you wrap this up?”I didn’t even have to look at her to know she was tired. Rita worked hard, too hard sometimes and I wasn’t about to turn her into a mirror of myself.“No,” I had replied instantly. “Go home. You’ve done enough for today.”She had looked relieved, though she tried to hide it behind professionalism. I watched her gather her things,
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