Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Vampire's Second Chance: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Want to hear my last name?” she purred. Dear goddess almighty. When she isn’t talking like I’m going to eat her she had the most captivating deep, feminine voice. Luckily my hands were in my pockets.“S-sure,” I stuttered.“Business,” she winked throwing her hair over her shoulder, and continued the graveled path.“Nunya Business? Nunya Business.” I repeated over and over. I smiled widely, my fangs overshadowing my lower lip as I barked out a laugh. Slapping my knee my laughter roared over the lake, echoing into the not-to-distant woods. Vampires from afar watched me in amusement, some snorting at my ridiculousness. I don’t remember if I have ever laughed that hard in my life, it felt surprisingly refreshing, it felt right. My heart did summersaults, feeling the soaring eagles run through me.I was too busy laughing to pay attention where my beloved was going until the smell of her intoxicating scent filled my lungs. Different, her blood was different than any other human’s that I ha

ChristineMy hand glid up the rail, trying to force myself up the stairs and into my room. For a reason unknown to me, my body wanted to walk out the door and find that handsome vampire. Which could not happen. Today had been too much and way embarrassing. Not only did I let someone sneak up on me while I let my walls down, but on top of it all, it was some handsome vampire with danger written all over him. He had fangs, ashen skin, nails that could lengthen into claws, and worst of all, I was damn attracted to him. Holy hell.He was completely different from Suron. I didn't find that goofball as a threat. Suron had this child-like innocence to him, which could be a ploy to get close to me, be the best of buddies to keep me away from mom. The way children seemed so keen on the vampire made me doubt that. Maybe he did want to be friends. Sebastian, though, was something else. There had to be an ulterior motive. No one that good-looking ever talks to me. The ruffled dark hair, the sl

ChristineThe darkness loomed over me as I traveled through the coven. The lights that usually invaded the streets at night were so low it was no point to have them lit. Crunching of the white gravel, I veered off the path, walking to the enormous plantation-style house that housed Rowan and Adaline. That was my beacon, not the home where I was staying, and I wasn't sure why.It was a pull. Continuing to walk, my vision narrowed as I reached the house. Nothing else seems to matter but going up those front steps and walking through the white double doors. My heart beat into my chest, pounding relentlessly as I entered.This was a scene out of a horror movie. The lights were off, and small candles were lit in their wake. The wind outside had the tree limbs rattle at the windows. Why in the hell was I in here?It was a pull or a calling, I didn't know which, but it had me tugging along to the large staircase, urging me to climb. The more I climbed, the stronger the pull became. My brea

SebastianHer scent.It was intoxicating.My fangs dripped venom as I watched her from afar. The small amount of lurking I did throughout the morning was relatively easy. She stayed in the coffee shop the entire time, and made a friend who was a werewolf. It seemed she was drawing enough supernatural attention to her, and it wasn't bothering her in the slightest.I had talked myself up to enter the shop, even daring to buy a cup of coffee from the wolf. Her eyes didn't even flutter in recognition as I dropped the change into the tip jar. "Enjoy!" she chirped. She reminded me much of Suron. They would either be the best of friends or the worst enemies with their cheerfulness.As I walked over, the arousal around her table had me stiffen. She was drawing intently on her tablet screen. Suron was kind enough to give me a run down last night on the latest technology.Her small tongue separated her lips, ever so slightly. Her messy hair bun left small tendrils of curl around her face. She w

SebastianChrstine's breath was sweet, a fraction of mint entangled with a pair of rose wine. Enough to calm her nerves but not enough to inhibit her emotions. Her ample breasts were mere centimeters from my chest as I leaned in to whisper in her ear. The hitch of her breath, squeezing those voluptuous thighs, had the demon inside me reaming with an undeniable attraction. I didn't fucking want her. I fucking needed her. When she walked down the stairs of her shared space, it was all I could do to hold myself together. My cock was throbbing in my pants. No doubt the outline was apparent. If Ashton wasn't a nimrod, I would have pulled her close and told her how beautiful she looked.As she descended, I noticed her jean jacket, almost cursing myself for dressing up so formally. Humans didn't do that as often on Earth anymore. I was too stuck in my ways to realize it, only for Christine to peel off the jacket revealing ample cleavage and a more dressed-up appearance.Beautiful, sexy and