Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Step-Father Is A Vampire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn pain that refused to go away.The injuries were healing—but not fast enough. She hated it. Liz hated feeling fragile. She hated feeling like she was holding everyone back.She tried to stand, and her knees nearly buckled. A hand caught her waist before she fell.Damien.He steadied her effortlessly, looking her over with a mix of irritation and worry—both emotions that, on him, appeared deceptively calm. She had grown very good at being able to read him now, mostly with his eyes as his face was always passive. “You’re still dizzy,” he said. It was clear that he was irritated with how long her healing was taking. Did he forget she was human. She didn't have fast healing like he did.“I’m fin

The mansion rose before him, all iron gates and cold stone, perched on a hill that overlooked a city too clean to be real. Ashton stood at the edge of the driveway, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, staring at the place he had once called home. How the fuck did it come to this?He hadn’t planned on being here. Hadn’t even meant to walk this far. One wrong turn bled into another, and somehow his feet had carried him straight into the past. Into memory he should have kept buried. From the moments his adoptive family had chose to side with his enemies, he should have cut them off completely. Yet here he was. He should have been in the human Base—what was left of them, anyway. With his own kind. With the people who spent each day with fear of being hunted down and ate rationed food while looking over their shoulders every second of the day. He should have been there, not standing in front of a luxurious Villa that screamed of luxury and reminded him of his family's betrayalYet

Liz's POV Painting was something I had picked up. Mostly due to boredom. My brush dragged across the canvas in shaky strokes.I frowned at the mess on the canvas. It was awful. Why did I think this was a good idea in the first place?“What is it supposed to be?” the woman beside me asked.Elena stood a few steps away, hands folded neatly in front of her, eyes following every movement I made. She’d been assigned to “escort” me around the palace. Phoenix had decided I wasn’t allowed to roam freely anymore. Which, according to him, was for my own safety. It made sense. The last time I was out ended up with me being pounded into the earth. I dipped the brush into white and ruined whatever illusion of structure the painting might have had. It was worse now. “It was supposed to mean something,” I said. “Unfortunately, I can’t paint.”Elena tilted her head, studying the canvas. “Meaning doesn’t always need skill.”I almost laughed. How very poetic. Phoenix wouldn’t let me out alone. Not

Liz was awake early, not like she had slept properly the previous night. There was a lot to think about. She was in an entirely new space, and she didn’t know whether to be comfortable or not. She was with Damien, or in Damien’s house at least, only he wasn’t here. How absurd of him to insist on her coming back with him only to abandon her the moment she does.What could have been so important? She wished they would have gotten the opportunity to talk things out. As much as she wanted to love him, she couldn’t trust him. And what the hell was love without trust anyway.With a sigh, she got out of bed and located the bathroom to relieve herself. The shelves were stacked full of essentials she had once used, shampoo, skincare, perfume, even down to the fucking kind of dental care she used. Just how does Damien know all this? She would be flustered by all the effort he put into making her feel at home, if only he had bothered actually being here in person.She cleaned up, occasionally g

He was inside her, after what felt like forever. And and at that moment, Liz couldn't remember a single thing wrong with the world. Not with gos stimulated she was. Liz's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open to release a soft, trembling cry. "Oh... God," she moaned, barely able to form words. A gasp escaped her lips as Damien set a rhythm—deep, deliberate thrusts that sent waves of electricity coursing through her. Each stroke struck that sensitive spot inside, making stars explode behind her closed eyelids."So good," He whispered against her skin, his voice rough and heavy with desire. His tongue darted out to wet her neck as he gazed down at her through half-lidded eyes. "You're so good for me." Only during sex did she get to see him like this, so unguarded, raw and almost feral. She might not have been the only one to see him like this ( with the whole five lovers and stuff ), but she was the one seeing him now. And that meant something. That meant a lot actually.