All Chapters of MY VAMPIRE LANDLORD : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's pov I threw myself onto the soft mattress, sighing into the scented pillows. My room was beautiful, vintage style. It felt like the kind of a place a haunted poet might live in. Which exactly fitted my vibe. After a few hours of unpacking my things and pretending I had my life together while in reality I hadn't. My stomach grumbled like it was waging a war inside,but that was bound to happen, because I hadn't eaten anything since last night. I walked quietly through the mansion's hallway until I found the kitchen. I thought the kitchen might be dark, with antique furniture and a mysterious vibe just like the rest of the mansion. But to my surprise,it was huge,class , marble countertops,golden handles and a large fridge that looked like it came from a cooking show. Perfect!! I clapped my hands, already feeling excited. I started rummaging through the cupboard. Boxes,cans,tins, everywhere. My hands moved fast, opening and tossing things aside until I found a pack of ce

Elena’s POVIf Silas Noir had a talent, it was ruining perfectly good moments. My breakfast? Ruined. My mood? Shattered. My peace of mind? Nonexistent.It had only been twenty-four hours, and I was already convinced this man had crawled out of the depths of a gothic fantasy to personally test my sanity.I was sprawled out on the wooden floor of the sunroom, paintbrushes scattered around me, an unfinished canvas before me. It was supposed to be a calming morning. A new painting. A new beginning.But no. Of course not.Just as I dipped my brush into a deep shade of crimson, I heard footsteps.Rhythmic. Heavy. Controlled.Of course, it was him."This is not an art studio," Silas said, voice smooth as silk and twice as cold.I didn’t look up. "And you’re not an art critic, so maybe stay in your lane.""Your supplies are on my floors. The same floors I pay to be cleaned."I snorted. "Then maybe you should tell your maid to chill. Or better yet, hire a second one since clearly, your neat fre

♣Elena♣The air between us was electric. Like a storm ready to break loose. Silas was so close his icy breath nearly brushing my skin, his gaze burning into mine like I was both his torment and his temptation. Our lips were a heartbeat away from colliding.My heart thudded against my ribs, every nerve in my body tuned to his.Please kiss me, kiss me…!And then, like the jerk he is…He pulled away.Just like that. He pulled away his face cold, calculated, and detached. Like the moment we had, didn't mean anything. I blinked at him, trying to slow my pulse, trying to brush away the sting of rejection. But Damn! It did hurt. "Why did you pull away?"He didn’t answer immediately. He stood up, walking toward the fireplace with long, graceful strides. Silas Noir Cruor, a name that sounded like a spell and a curse. He paused, back to me.When he finally turned around, his face was unreadable, the type of face that was carved from ice. "Because kissing you would be a waste of time."I fl

ElenaThe rest of the day passed with sickening silence.Silas avoided me like I was a plague he regrettably invited in his pristine mansion. No witty comebacks. No arrogant smirks. Just quiet brooding, unreadable glares, and the occasional ghost-like disappearance from whatever room I entered.And yet, somehow, I missed the torment. Missed his maddening presence. God, was I that far gone?I found myself watching the clock, counting the hours until I could leave the suffocating awkwardness behind and escape to the only place that felt like mine ,my little art store.By 2 p.m., I gave up trying to make him talk and grabbed my bag. If he wanted to talk, he'll find me!."I'm going out!" I called, unsure if he could even hear me.No reply. Not even an echo.Rude!.I headed to my shop, a small cozy space tucked between a bakery and a boutique downtown. The moment I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I sighed with relief. The air smelled like paint . This was my world.Here, I wasn’t th

Elena's POVThe rain had thinned to a drizzle by the time I reached the mansion. My boots squelched against the porch, soaked through, but I didn’t care. My body moved on autopilot. Inside, the house greeted me with silence so different from the loud, suffocating energy in the Jeep or the diner.I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door and leaned against the wall. My chest hurt. Not in the physical way, but in that sharp, hollow ache that lingered after someone carved pieces out of you with their words.Silas’s voice still rang in my ears.“Some things are better left in the dark… just like you.”I wiped my face roughly, furious at myself for crying. Again. Since when had I let anyone make me feel this small?The light in the hallway flickered as I went toward the stairs. I paused. One of the antique paintings along the corridor, the one of the woman in the black veil had been tilted. Strange. I never touched those.Frowning, I adjusted the frame. It didn’t budge. I tried again but