Novel & Cerita Billionaire Vampire Guy

"The company will make a big profit out of them." "Really?" I asked, surprised. "You can do that?" Valerian nodded. "Our pictures can do that." It still doesn't sink in on my mind how influential and a big of a person Valerian is. He is a business tycoon and a billionaire. Of course, something like this will surely ignite a piece of big news. "Our engagement will be circulating every news for the next weeks and even months," he added. Valerian isn't just an ordinary person for the humans and they admire him. I wonder what will happen if they know he is a vampire. Not just an ordinary vampire.

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.

“I kill people and then get their money and assets, kidding I’m a business man.” I almost believe to the killing part, I mean it’s inevitable he’s a vampire. But tsk, he’s a fucking business man must be the reason why he’s rich. We’re headed to the downtown and I can really feel my heart aching. What the hell is happening this time? “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Of course.” Because we didn’t have dinner yet, we stopped by a restaurant. I ordered everything that I like, he’s loaded alright this is just a penny to him I’m sure of that.

he calls back and drives off. It’s a Tuesday, and the business district is as busy as ever with mostly humans moving about with shopping bags and gift baskets. I wait to cross the street, staring at the twin skyscraper on the other side of the road. More humans work here than members of the sixty-seven packs in the west coast. To the them, the company belongs to a young billionaire who made his wealth from medical technology and renewable energy. But to us werewolves, that young billionaire is the ruthless Zach Stone, Alpha King of the west coast. The humans are half right. Fifty percent of his wealth is a result of taking back our lands and mineral deposits from the southern tyrants.

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened. Nobody had any access to the information that could suggest that the bankruptcy was due to them, but people had their speculations. It wasn't normal for a company to suddenly rise to the top within a couple of years. Everyone had their doubts, but they were now too powerful to even allow anyone to suggest that they did some dirty work. Even was just oblivious to their power and money. I seriously thought my Tesoro was going to be the same. However, it surprised me that she was nothing like the

’’ ‘’Look ,I want someone older , someone who would concentrate on making the company greater instead of trying to make me happy . Tyler now raised his legs off the ground , dropping it on the table before speaking. ‘’You asked for someone different , I had to get to the ends of the earth to get the perfect one for you, You ungrateful cousin!’’ Tyler spoke with a dramatic exaggerated tone. Charles made a confused facial expression which was accompanied with a hand gesture that simply implied the question what? how? what are you talking about? ‘’She is African.’’ Tyler added. Yes Charles had asked for someone different but he sure wasn’t talking about hiring someone all the way from Africa to

The question is: Why the hell is he acting like this now? My phone buzzed on the coffee table—a text from Ilay. Ilay: Dinner tonight? There is a new place and I wanted to take you there. “The other billionaire?” Chloe asked, and I nodded. “My friend, I wish I were you. I let out a frustrated groan, collapsing onto the sofa next to her. "Don't. It's not a blessing; it's a curse. One is a straightforward, handsome man who wants to take me to nice dinners and doesn't play games. The other..." I gestured wildly toward the window, "...is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking!"

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k