All Chapters of His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Rowena~~~~~~ “Get out!” I yelled at Sierra, my voice cracking from the burn crawling up my skin. “Leave here… I don’t want you near me or Adrain!” Sierra blinked, completely calm, like she hadn’t just seen me losing my mind. “What do you mean?” she asked, stepping forward. “No! Don’t come near me.” I pointed at her with a shaky hand, my other one still scratching my neck, then my ear. “You’re not normal. You’re something else…” “Rowena! Stop this madness right now!” Adrain snapped. He grabbed both my hands and held them tightly, stopping me from scratching. “What the hell is wrong with you? What is it about Sierra that’s making you act like this? Or wait—should I assume this is another stupid attempt to stop me from talking to her?” His words cut deeper than he knew. My arms were already red. My neck stung. My thighs burned. My back itched like I’d been thrown in fire. I couldn’t breathe right. I was shaking. “Adrain, I’ve never felt this way around any other supernatu

Rowena~~~~~ He was over me again, his body pressing mine into the mattress, heavy and hot. I could feel his cock against me—hard, thick, ready. He grabbed my thigh, lifted it high, and pushed into my cunt again in one rough.. deep thrust. I cried out...my back arched, my fingers digging into his arms. “Fuck,” he growled, breath hot against my mouth. “So tight… so good…” His hips moved fast, desperate, no rhythm, just raw hunger. Every thrust hit deep, hard enough to make the headboard knock the wall. My moans filled the room, broken and high and messy. “Jason… Jason—oh my god…” His eyes met mine. And that’s when I saw it. They were glowing red. Bright. Dangerous. Feral. His face shifted. His... teeth longer now. Sharper. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt the claws pushing out of his fingers, lightly scraping my skin. I froze for a second. “Jason…” I whispered, scared and breathless. He suddenly stopped, his face twisting like he was fighting himself.

Rowena~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ “Hello, My name is Melinda,” she said, her voice clipped but trying too hard to sound sweet. “And I’ll be taking you for Ancient History henceforth.” Murmurs broke out across the classroom. No one clapped. Some groaned. A few snorted. Most of us didn’t like female teachers here. They were always too strict, too sharp, and too ready to hand out punishments like it was candy. Melinda smiled anyway, but her eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Then her eyes locked on mine. My stomach twisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melinda kept going on and on about ancient supernatural history like she was trying to bore us all into the grave. Her voice didn’t rise or fall—it just dragged, flipping through pages of an old book that probably smelled like dead trees and forgotten years. I tried. God, I really tried to focus. But her voice was like a soft lullaby mixed with warm air. My eyelids kept dipping. My neck snapped forward once, twice. Just as I was about to

Rowena~~~~~~~~ “Cindy… hell!” I gasped—not at her, but at the damn mirror in front of us. The uniform was tight. Too tight. My curves were practically sculpted in it, and my nipples—God, they were so visible I could’ve sworn they were pointing directions. “My boobs are out,” I muttered, folding my arms in front of my chest. Cindy’s jaw dropped before she burst out laughing, grabbing me by the shoulders and spinning me to face her. “Girl! You’re not just going out to play a basketball game—you’re going out to steal hearts. Or better yet, make some dicks explode!” “Cindy!” I groaned, feeling my face heat up. “I’m serious. You’re gonna be the distraction of the year. That uniform is dangerous. Jason’s gonna lose his mind. Adrian? Dead. Gone. Done for.” She smirked. “Now come on, you’re not changing out of that.” “I should. Maybe I should just sit this one out,” I said, jaw tight, arms still crossed. “Nope,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “Your boyfriend would be pissed. O