Dracula Bedroom Novels & Stories

Opening it, I started to shake my head. ‘Fuck us. They did a damn good job. I could stay in here forever. Forget werewolf, we can become vampires. Creatures of the night.’ I chuckled. ‘We are creatures of the night, Raine. That doesn’t change, we just don’t suck blood.’ She was right though. The bathroom also looked like it belonged in my castle. It was bigger than the walk in closet and a large part of where the second bedroom on this side of the apartment was eaten up by. With the same black paneling on the walls with the molding around, it was dark but the grey wood lightened up darkness. There was a deep red rug that ran the length of the room with black accents that broke up the lightne

But I still couldn't give away my heart to him so easily. My heart thumped inside my ribcage as I twisted the knob of his door and surprisingly it was open. I entered the dark room which has only the moonlight as its light source. The vampire world isn't exposed to the sunlight but it's not scary dark here. It's minimalistic and a good kinda dark. My gaze turned towards the bed where it was empty. The bedsheets crumbled and the pillows set nicely on the bed. I took a step forward and a cold hand wrapped around my waist pulling me into a hard surface. The familiar scent spread around me.

A door was directly opposite it and I knew it was a walk in closest. Huge dark drapes fell from the wall covering the glass windows that ran from the ceiling to the floors. The room was beautiful but uninviting and dark. It looked like something Dracula could live in and I found myself wanting to leave when I heard angry voices outside the door and I jerked in fear before looking around and seeing a huge duvet dropping from the bed.

She asked her mentally. The curtains are dark in color. The bedhead has a skeleton-like sprinkled with blood on it. The room is a typical example of gloom. Valerie couldn't help but shiver at the sight the new bedroom gave her great chills. There is hardly a source of bright light. Everything in the room shows the reason why he is evil, arrogant, scary, and creepy.

Probably not well. We reach the end of the corridor with Brixtius opening a wooden door, and stepping into the room. I follow him in, and I realize I have entered his bedroom. There are arched windows that are covered in gauze, to dim the sunlight trying to stream into the room. There's a big bed on the far wall, covered in drapery. And the murals are covering the walls would give the walls at Madame Corydon's a run for their money. I start blushing from all the positions the naked men and women are in. Some positions don't seem humanly possible.

Drago barely acknowledged her though, instead he focused on carrying Madchen up the wooden steps of the house. He stopped in front of another door, pausing to open it.As Madchen looked around, she noticed it was a bedroom. It was spacious, bright, and airy, with a king size bamboo bed arranged right in the middle of the room. It was adorned with crisp white bedding, and she felt as if it were calling her name.An airy balcony was to the right of it, allowing the bright rays of the sun to enlighten the room. Drago slid Madchen into a chair, which was fluffy and comfortable. Marcu, who had been following them all along, set the atrium down, then turned and exited the room.Drago disappeared int

He pulled me along beside him as we headed toward Drake’s bedroom. We walked in and Ace closed the door behind us. I stared at the bedroom which would be my dungeon. A huge bed sat against one wall. There were absolutely no windows and no other doors. No escape. A large wood closet sat against one wall. On the other side of the room was a row of mirrors. I’m sure to watch his conquests. The wall above his bed featured a large portrait of himself. Every single house in Heaven’s Reign Cult was required to have it on display. A wooden chest sat near the door with a flat screen television hanging high above it.

With a gentle gesture, she invited me to enter, and I stepped across the threshold, my heart pounding with anticipation. As I stepped into the room, I was enveloped by the same eerie, gothic atmosphere that pervaded the rest of the castle. The space was dominated by a massive four-poster bed, its black, ripped drapery hanging in tattered shreds, like the remnants of a dark, forgotten dream. The bed itself seemed to loom over the room, its presence both imposing and intimate. On the opposite side of the room, a black velvet couch sat before a crackling fireplace, its flames casting flickering shadows on the walls. Next to the couch, a mini bar stood, its shelves stocked with an assortment of

Draco questioned me however I ignored his words and walked past him, I got inside our room, I was angry on Bianca flirtier behavior but Draco to was getting on my nerve for letting her take advance on him… he could have pushed her away but he looked to enjoy that disgusting lady attention… As I stepped inside our room I was little surprise to find in neat, clean and well maintained……. It was sufficiently big room with pink color crooked chalk wall… and a small bed in middle which looked sufficient for two people, it was designed with pink dyed mattress and cushions… a small dressing table made of pure teakwood and a large double door wooden cupboard that was carved with several small snake l

The more private the better. Well, what do you know, his bedroom. Great, I can just slit his throat and then leave. No one would know he's dead because they will all think he's sleeping. Giving me time to leave this filthy hell hole. Except it's not filthy at all. His bedroom looks like something out of a magazine. Grey, white, and black are the themes. The king-size bed has a grey duvet draped over it with two pillows resting against the headboard. There's a bedside table on each side with only a lamp sitting on it. I wonder why he'd need two bedside tables but I don't ask. He's also got a balcony and I'm about to go have a look at it when I remember that I'm not here to explore. I spin aro