Beautifull Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

He intake a sharp breath shamelessly leaning his face closer to hers glaring intensely at her face. She was gorgeous. So damn beautiful that it almost felt like she wasn't even real. He had seen many pretty, admirable and beautiful women in his life, the princesses of several kingdoms approached him that vampire male killed to have as their women. He never lacked beautiful women in his life yet this female in his arms just felt different. She was majestic. He had never seen someone this beautiful, and attractive.

He discovered why as they retreated out of the cell and the Lady Beupraxia entered with her guards, lifting her skirts so as not to grime their hems. She was breathtakingly beautiful, the effects of the vampire blood reversing the signs of age. Her skin was flawless and glowing, her hair glossy and thick around her shoulders. Her style of dressing had changed as her appearance had, remaining be-jewelled, elaborate, and expensive, but the necklines revealing more cleavage and the sleeves baring skin.

I watch as he gently bites at his bottom lip, which reveals his fangs as they poke out. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you were admiring me, but I can see now that it is just a shock. Did you not think that vampires were handsome?” He asks, his voice cocky. “We are quite beautiful. At least, most of us are. We also can lure almost anyone in with just one glance.”

Her beautiful face and equally beautiful smile were so dashing, I felt like stealing her skin. “You look good near.” She spoke in a low voice as she took her clothes off. The gown she was putting on gave way without resistance. The boos from around us only made her smile as she removed the bra she was putting on. “Gods.” I said in a low voice as I watched her beautiful tits, large and firm and sitting pretty on her chest, her dark nipples going rapidly hard in the cool air. She was just the embodiment of beauty. The vampire was so beautiful, it made me jealous.

We were going back to the mansion after we rescued the doctor. To our surprise, the doctor asked to ride one of the vampire horses because he liked to ride a horse. Since we weren’t going to hunt for some more rogue vampires, Zach lent his vampire horse, the White Beauty. It had its best figure when it changed into a vampire. Its dull white hair became indescribably beautiful because of the effects when a creature became a vampire. It must have been a struggle for a human to ride a vampire horse. But seeing his tall figure and looked like his strong legs, I wouldn’t be worried.

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire’s eyes were strangely beautiful… Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson, clear, and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, and over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quickly there was a good chance I’d just imagined it.

The beauty of a Vampire makes humans in general and especially women very jealous and jealous. Phoebe is a very beautiful Vampire, her skin is light and soft, but because she is a hybrid, her skin is not as white as a purebred Vampire. Her eyes are big and round, her pupils are as red as fire, but every time she goes out of the house she has to wear contact lenses to look more like a human, her eyelashes are long and curled, every look of a Vampire makes a human. ecstatic, so it is often rumored that Vampires have the ability to control people with their beauty.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

He asked looking at her suggestively scrutinizing her under his gaze from her head lingering at her concealed chest and returning to look at her face. Adrienne felt warm, almost hot under his smoldering scrutiny. The vampire was a cold devil in the day but he must have a switch at night. It was night, after all. The favorite time of a vampire to hunt and prey. She was disgusted at the thought but when she looked at him she had to admit he looked good in his pajamas, he looked gentle like he won’t hurt a soul. “You know what I mean, right, Alaric?” She said in an inviting tone. Two could play this game, she thought. “Why don’t you share my meal?”