Todos os capítulos de Sugar Daddy Vampire: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The hospital room was dim except for the monitors beeping steadily beside Chloe’s bed. Zoe sat slouched in the corner, exhaustion written all over her face. Melinda stood by the window, arms crossed, staring into the dark sky as though searching for answers there. After a long silence, Melinda finally spoke. “Zoe… I need to tell you something. Something I should’ve admitted before.” Zoe sat up straighter, wary. “What is it?” Melinda’s voice carried a weight of shame. “I can’t seal the veil alone. I thought I could. I’ve been practicing, pushing myself, but it’s… too much. The veil resists me. It’s like trying to stitch shut the ocean with a needle.” Zoe frowned, unsettled. “Then… what are we supposed to do?” Melinda hesitated before forcing the words out. “There’s only one person who can help me. Diana.” At that name, Zoe’s chest tightened. She already knew who Diana was, the ex. The one Melinda had mentioned to her before. “Diana? Your ex is a witch too?” Her voice was sharper

They left the city behind as the sun bled out over the coast. The cavern lay where the cliffs shelved into the sea, a hollowed ribcage of stone with a single maw to the wind, a place old in a way that had nothing to do with paper or paint. Salt and basalt and the cold breath of the ocean filled it; moonlight struck the water and flared against the wet rock like a blade. Melinda chose the place because the sea answered to no law she could not read. Diana agreed because it gave her something to shape, sound, current, a boundary that would hold the magic and let them press the Veil where it was weak. The rest of them had been pushed back to a ring of rough boulders at the cavern’s lip: Valerius pacing like a caged animal, Lucius steady and watchful, Zoe with her arms folded, trying not to let her fear show. They watched. They waited. Only Melinda and Diana stepped into the stone circle at the cavern’s heart. A simple altar had been set: a slab of basalt, runes burned into it, the sigil

Inside the dreamworld of Chloe’s coma, the shadows rippled like living oil. The air pressed thick and suffocating, and Chloe suddenly knew, she wasn’t alone. Selene emerged from the dark, her eyes glowing silver-white, her gown flowing as though it were spun from smoke itself. Her smile was sharp and cruel. “There you are, little lamb. Still clinging to borrowed time.” Chloe’s heart thundered. “Stay away from me.” Selene tilted her head, amused. “Why should I? You cheated death. That cannot go unpunished.” Before Chloe could move, Selene raised her hands. A jagged burst of pale fire shot toward her, only for Ereshia to leap between them, her body blazing with protective light. “Not while I exist.” The two forces collided, light against shadow, shaking the dreamworld itself. Sparks of dark fire and golden radiance scattered across the nothingness like shards of glass. Selene laughed, a low, venomous sound. “Do you really think you can hold me forever, guardian? You’re chain

Chloe’s eyelids fluttered open to a pale white ceiling. The steady beep of machines pulsed softly beside her bed. Her throat was dry, her head foggy, and for a moment she didn’t even know what had pulled her from the heavy darkness. When her eyes adjusted, she saw Zoe slumped in a chair at her bedside, chin resting on her hand, half-asleep. “…Who are you?” Chloe’s voice came out hoarse. Zoe’s eyes snapped open instantly. Relief washed over her face until Chloe’s words sank in. “What do you mean, who am I?” Zoe stood quickly, leaning close. “Chloe… It’s me. I’m Zoe, your best friend.” Chloe blinked at her in confusion. “Best friend?” Her gaze darted around the hospital room. “Where am I? What… what am I doing here?” Her voice trembled, panic blooming. “I don’t understand. I can’t remember anything about myself, about you, about anything.” Before Zoe could speak again, the door swung open. Valerius stepped inside, his presence filling the room with quiet authority. He carried a fol

Chloe sat alone in the quiet room, staring at the city skyline through the wide penthouse windows. The silence should’ve comforted her, but instead it pressed down like a weight. A faint throb pulsed at the back of her skull, dull at first, almost like fatigue. She rubbed her temples and tried to shake it off. But then it spiked. Her breath caught. Pain lanced through her head like hot needles. The throb became a pounding, relentless, merciless. Her vision blurred, the room twisting, doubling. “Chloe?” Zoe’s voice carried from the kitchen. A moment later, she rushed in, holding a glass of water she’d been about to bring. “What’s wrong?” Chloe barely heard her. She clutched her skull with both hands, a strangled cry escaping her throat. The pain spread, electric and burning, down her spine, through her chest. Her body jerked violently against the sheets, her legs kicking, arms trembling. Her eyes rolled back then snapped wide, glowing faintly, flickering between colors. Zoe