All Chapters of A Biker’s Valentine{Entwined With A Vampire}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve Anders“Do you think she bought the explanation?” I asked Qyler, while adjusting my position on one of the spectators’ seats. My friend shrugged.“Well, she hasn’t moved out of your home yet, so I’d say, yes.” He replied.I grunted, watching as Marguerite’s bike appeared from the corner. It was a humid afternoon, and I’d rather be inside my home, on my bed, doing whatever. However, since Marguerite questioned us about the stacks of blood in my home, I was afraid to leave her alone even for a moment, lest she ran away. I could still feel how terrified of her question I’d been. Suddenly tongue-tied, I hadn’t been able to form a coherent sentence. Thankfully, Qyler had come to my rescue and explained that he worked in a blood bank, and some issues had come up with where the blood were being stored back at his workplace. He’d added that he was given the task of keeping the blood safe until the issue was resolved. I couldn’t tell if Marguerite had bel

Chapter Fourteen Marguerite Shaking my head in self-scorn and wondering why I was reacting like a jealous girlfriend, I walked down aimlessly down the large bright hallway. Mel had told me that was where I’d be staying throughout my stay there. “Magg, wait up.” A sweet voice called out, and I whirled around to see Mel approaching me, a wide smile on her face. I liked the woman. She was so gorgeous, and looked to be in the same age range as me. But the more time I spent around her, I was certain she was older than twenty-five. Perhaps it was the aura around her, and the elegant grace with which she carried herself, but she definitely acted older. “Hi,” I smiled back. “Are you going to sleep now?” She asked. I shook my head. “I’m not sure I’d be able to. It’s still evening, and not yet dark. Plus, I’d like to go shopping, but I don’t have my credit card with me, and-” I paused and waved my hand. “I guess I’ll just go to sleep.” Mel was silent for a short moment, studying

Chapter Sixteen Anders“All done?” I asked Marguerite, who nodded in response. She was climbing up the stairs that led into my private jet when someone called out to me.“Anders! Wait up.” Diala called out as she drew closer. My brows knitted together, and I turned a panicked look in Marguerite’s direction. She’d stopped walking, and was now looking at us with interest. “I just got off the phone with my father, and he apologized for being unable to send someone to take me back. Can I go with you?” Diala asked, leaning close and wrapping her arms around mine. I tried to pull away but she held on still. I knew what she was trying to do, and I wasn’t having it. “Let go of my hand, Diala.” I snapped. She ignored me, and sent a sweet smile Marguerite’s way. “Is this the human servant? Don’t be so rude, Anders. Introduce us.” Her smile grew.Marguerite’s eyes darkened. “You look more like a human servant than I do, dear Diala. Diala, is it? The name doesn’t su

Chapter Eighteen Marguerite “I’ve made my choice, Louis.” I replied stubbornly.“Very well then,” he replied, and to the men, “Take her to the cleaning room.” “If any of you as much as harm a strand of hair on her head, heads will roll.” Anders warned, stepping closer to stand beside me. “And who are you?” Louis asked, his voice betraying his fear. “I am her man.” Anders declared, bending his head down close to my ears. “I know you have some beautiful weapons of destruction in your pocket. So, pick your side, and I’ll handle the rest.” I chuckled. “You aren’t going to save a damsel from distress?”He shook his head. “This damsel definitely doesn’t need saving. Or do you?”“You flirt.” I couldn’t stifle my laughter.“Tiens! Do you both realize that you’re in a dangerous situation?” Louis asked, with a look of disapproval.“And do I look like I care?” I drawled. His eyes darkened. “Get the girl, and throw the boy into the cell.” He ordered his men.“Cell?

Chapter Twenty Anders “Are you sure she won’t interrupt you?” Qyler asked in amusement, as he brought in the bags of blood into the painting room. I got up and locked the door to ensure no one could come in. “She’s working on a school assignment, and won’t be done anytime soon. And I haven’t fed in hours.” I added the last words with a groan.Qyler set the cooler of blood on the table, pulled out a chair and lowered himself on it. “I’m not the one who forced you to live with a human.”I shot him an annoyed look. “Keep it up, and you’d stop using this place as your painting room.” He held his chest in mock hurt. “Did you just threaten me? Who’d have thought my own friend would abandon me someday?” The painting room was decorated to Qyler’s needs. My friend was a popular artist who sold his paintings under an anonymous name all around the world. He hadn’t always been an artist, but living for a very long time could unlock different talents in a person. The r