Diary Of A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

She didn’t move nor made a sound and just sat on his lap, feeling his hot breath on her neck, his strong hands holding her firmly against him and just tilted her head a little giving him more access. Her brain chided her to pull away but her heart urged her to give in, to melt into his arms, to bask in his warmth. *************** Author’s note : Hello cuties, Have any one of you watched THE VAMPIRE DIARIES? If yes, I think you can find a dialogue from the series in the previous chapter? Comment the dialogue in comment section and wait for the updates. Love you all....

“Okay, fine. I don’t think that he is, but isn’t that an issue? I shouldn’t trust him, should I? He’s a vampire.” All three of my familiars look at me at the same time. Never trust a vampire. I open the book, carefully flipping through page after page for some sort of clue. I’m getting bored and I’m probably only fifty pages into the book. I’m about to stop when I get the feeling to keep going but to skip a few pages. I hold my hand over the book, close my eyes, and use magic to flip through it. The pages fall and I find a piece of paper stuck inside.

he pulls off his shirt and his shorts, before laying himself next to me again. --------------- Dear Diary… Waking up to be told you are not in fact dying and that you are in heat was not what I thought I would be discovering today! Being a werewolf is messed up! Why do they have to make things so complicated?! This heat idea is fucked up. There is no other words for it. It is beyond uncomfortable. Painful. I just want to get it done with now.

He rummaged through his desk until he came across a notebook and a pen. “Will this work?” He asked, walking over to me. I nodded. “Perfect,” I answered, taking the supplies from him. “Thank you.” With that, I opened the notebook and began writing about my personal adventures. I wrote about everything that had happened to me. Some stuff was hard to write about. I hated remembering that new vampire and everything he had done. I hated remembering how he felt and how he made me feel. But I wrote it and by the time I finished, I had filled out multiple pages and I was satisfied. I knew in my heart that this was going to be the story that everybody talked about.

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.

My fingers tapped on the leather cover of the book. "I mean I guess that makes sense, but even after all the myths, vampires still had their fangs. How did they hide those?" Nico blinked at me, apparently, that thought never crossed his mind? "I guess they just never smiled?" He paused, snickering at his own words, "I don't know." My tapping on the cover quickened in speed as I pondered before I finally willed myself to open the book back up. "Maybe if I keep reading I'll find something that will help me regain my faith in humanity thousands and thousands of years ago," I said.

So much could’ve changed these past four years. “You came up here to see if I was okay,” she said, almost as if she knew. A small smile stretched across her face. “You never change.” She nudged me. “If it’s something from my diary, I think … I think I’ll be okay with it. If I’m not and it gets to be too much for me, I’ll say …vampire.” “Vampire,” I repeated, feeling my canines extend, the saliva pooling in my mouth, from just looking at her.

"Here. Look at this chart below. It will tell you everything you need to know." I pointed to the bottom of the page in an attempt to distract myself from saying or doing something stupid. I'd had my share of sexual escapades, but no female caused me to feel this nervous. Her laughter could make even the coldest of hearts break. It's as if I lost all sense of rational thinking when she's around me. Gwen held the book in her hands and continued to read. “‘Red eyes indicate that vampires live on human blood and have recently drank from a human.’”

Heaving a sigh, I picked up the book which I had left the study with and lay down on my bed before dragging the duvet at my feet up to my chest. I swiped open the book to the very first chapter and began to read. I didn't really find the book interesting but it was the least I could do for myself while serving father's punishment. The book was surprisingly about the history of vampires and my mind couldn't stop bringing back Sir Bernard's teaching about a bereaved vampire.

Polly said, and without hesitating grabbed Caitlin’s hand, and led her happily out the open door. As they entered the open air, Caitlin felt stabs of pain and recoiled at the harsh sunlight; she immediately lowered her head and covered her eyes. “Oh dear, you haven’t been out in the sunlight yet, have you?” Polly asked. The pain was so intense, it was unlike anything Caitlin had ever felt. It was her first experience as a true, full vampire in the sun, and it was oppressive. She tried, but couldn’t open her eyes. She felt a soft hand on her forehead. “Lean back, dear. This won’t take but a minute.”