Bound by the vampire's temptation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Vlad Gazing into each other's eyes, time seemed to stand still. Everything sounded so surreal. The concept of a werewolf mating bond fascinated me, the bond rooted in fidelity for life seemed far-fetched but a beautiful feeling, different from the fleeting nature of vampire relationships. My dad loved my mum. There was no doubt about it but sometimes I could feel that something was missing. Perhaps it was their age and rank in society. All my dad did was shower my mum with gifts which I was sure she'd gotten tired of receiving. It was different with Raven. This was real. We weren't just two young people caught in a whirlwind of emotions; we were two halves of a whole, destined to be together. "We need to get back to class," she said, our gazes locked in an intimate dance and her eyes traced the contours of my face. I reached out to caress her cheek. "For you, I'd gladly skip school for a week." "Enough with the cheesy lines," her lips curved into a tender smile. Our

Raven Despite the jealous snake of envy that hissed in my heart, I didn't make any move. Laughter and excitement filled the air and Lycans and vampires prepared for a running match. When Vlad's gaze met mine, he broke into a smile, beckoning for me to join him, but I shook my head. Taylor insisted on running with the boys and even went to the coach to plead her case. Suppressing my laughter, I shook my head again. Nova turned around when Vlad was signaling that I join him. Her face morphed into an ugly frown and I lowered my hoodie, not in the mood for any drama. The whistle blew, marking the start of the race. The atmosphere became electric as factions admired and cheered for their own. Vlad shouted my name, urging me to come down. I rolled my eyes, aware of Vlad's persistence, but the lack of space prevented him from coming to me. "Excuse me," I said politely, to the people beside me and climbed down the bleachers, making my way towards him. Vlad's friends smiled warml

Raven My eyes remained fixed on my phone screen, the soft glow illuminating my face in the dark room. For starters, I couldn't believe his dad was cool with our relationship. Something in me suspected that he was lying because why would his dad ever accept a Lycan in the first place? I ran a hand through my hair and groaned loudly, not knowing what to think. Most of my roommates were asleep, their snores filling the air. My forbidden love for Vlad had its consequences. He was more carefree than me, and if his dad truly accepted me, then it meant that the problem was not from the vampires but from us, the Lycans. I read Vlad's text again, relieved that he hadn't called, but also knowing that he must be wondering why I kept him on hold. Vivid scenarios played out in my mind, imagining my dad's voice booming with disapproval and his eyes widening with disgust. "I'm so disappointed in you," I imagined him saying. The thought of getting judged and facing another scandal was unbea

Vlad The atmosphere in the school was charged with electric joy and filled with anticipation. Today marked the highly anticipated soccer tournament. We were given new pristine uniforms, and I adjusted my jersey. Coach Francis stood at the front of the room addressing us. "Boys, this is the moment we've been waiting for," he exclaimed, his voice booming with confidence. "The biggest event of the year. Show them what you're made of. Leave everything on that field. Make your mark." The team roared in response, pumping our fists in unity. We marched out of the changing room, and as the door swung open, it revealed a sea of cheering faces. My schoolmates, the staff, and many of our parents were in attendance. It was so serious that all academic activities were suspended for the day, and even my dad promised to come watch me play. Banners fluttered in the breeze, displaying the rivalry between StoneCrest and North Fangs. North Fangs was known for their ruthlessness on the soccer f

Raven Vlad's kisses unlocked a fountain of emotions in me; lust burned my brain so badly that I couldn't think straight, pure love threatened to burst out of me, and anticipation of what was to come made my body tingle. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered, brushing his lips to mine, nibbling my lower lip, and digging his fingers into my hair. "I touch myself every night thinking about you." A delicious shoulder shot through me when he bit at my lip with a little more force than usual. "About how good your body will feel against mine… how soft and hot you'll feel against my tongue." His lips pulled away from mine, and it took all my willpower not to pull him back. "I could make you scream with pleasure right here. Would you want that?" My response was a gasp of pleasure. He trailed one hand up my side, making my skin tingle, stopping just shy of my boobs. He continued trailing as if he was tracing the outlines of the letters on a piece of paper. I itch