Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar Daddy Vampire: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. Melinda’s gaze remained fixed on the door, her brow furrowed in concentration. Zoe’s heart pounded in her ears, her body rigid beneath Melinda’s touch. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the tension dissolved. A soft thud echoed from the hallway, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps. Melinda’s shoulders relaxed, She tiptoed to the entryway, easing the door open a crack. A small box sat on the mat, a courier’s label stuck to the top. Just a delivery. She let out a shaky laugh, pressing her palm to her chest before closing the door again. “False alarm,” she murmured, relief and mischief mingling in her tone. “It’s just a package.” Zoe was still on the couch, flushed, her body trembling on the edge of something unfinished. Her gaze followed Melinda like gravity itself. “Don’t you dare leave me like this,” she whispered, her voice raw with need. Melinda chuckled, her fingers tracing the curve of Zo

The laptop screen glowed on the coffee table, the tinny voice of a YouTube conspiracy theorist filling the room. The video quality was grainy, the kind of channel Zoe usually mocked, red strings on corkboards, sensational music, words like “They Don’t Want You To Know This!” flashing in bold letters. But the images playing were different this time. Raw footage, shaky cell phone captures bodies pulled from alleys with claw marks across their torsos, traffic cams showing shadowy shapes darting too fast for human eyes, and muffled screams caught on livestreams. The man behind the channel was saying, “Wake up, people. These aren’t serial killers. These aren’t wild animals. Something else is out there. Something they don’t want us to see.” Zoe leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “This is… insane. But also… not insane. Look at that.” She pointed at the screen where a blurry, taloned silhouette loomed behind a dumpster. “Tell me that doesn’t look like something out of a monster

The ride back home felt heavier than the hospital air. Chloe moved carefully, her stitches pulling whenever she shifted, but Zoe never left her side, fussing over every step. By the time they reached the apartment, Chloe just wanted to collapse into bed. But the wreath was there. Sitting in the corner, pale flowers already starting to wilt, their scent sickly-sweet. The note lay on the table, its jagged handwriting still haunting Chloe. When Melinda arrived, her expression was already hard, as if she knew the situation before they even explained. She slipped her bag onto the floor and crouched by the wreath, her fingers grazing over the lilies. “You should’ve burned this the second you brought it back,” she muttered. Zoe crossed her arms. “We thought you’d want to see it first.” Melinda nodded slowly, then lifted the folded note between two fingers, her eyes narrowing at the handwriting. “This isn’t just a threat. It’s marked. Whoever wrote this put their energy into it. Whi

Chloe’s throat felt raw, as if the spirit’s words had burned their way down into her lungs. She hugged herself, shaking, her mind spinning with the echo of Selene’s laughter. The image of those glowing eyes and sharp teeth lingered even with the smoke gone, as though Selene’s presence still coiled in the air. “I…” Chloe’s voice cracked. She tried again, but it came out as a whisper. “I don’t want to die again. Zoe, I can’t…” Zoe was already there, pulling her into her arms, grounding her with the warmth of her body. “Hey, hey, no. Don’t say that.” Her voice was fierce, almost trembling, as if trying to convince herself as much as Chloe. “You’re not going to die again, Chloe. Do you hear me? Not while I’m here. Not while Valerius is here. Not while we’re here.” Chloe buried her face into Zoe’s shoulder, her body racked with sobs she couldn’t hold back anymore. It wasn’t just the fear of Selene’s threat, it was the memory of dying, the cold emptiness of it, the helplessness she thoug

At first, Chloe thought she could get used to it. Waking up with Ereshia perched on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep with a soft, unreadable smile, it was unnerving, yes, but not unbearable. After all, Melinda had promised the guardian would protect her. And after Selene’s attack, wasn’t it better to have someone, something watching over her? But by the second day, Chloe realized the truth: she had no privacy anymore. “Do you mind?” Chloe hissed when she found Ereshia leaning casually against the bathroom wall, her silken hair shimmering like liquid gold, her eyes like fractured gemstones. Chloe clutched her toothbrush awkwardly. Foam dribbled down her chin as she tried to ignore the otherworldly beauty reflected in the mirror beside her. Ereshia only tilted her head, smiling faintly. “I am bound to you. Where you go, I go.” “Yeah, but can you not stare while I’m brushing my teeth?” The guardian said nothing, only lifted one perfect brow as though Chloe had just said some