Dracula's Darling 소설 & 이야기

This woman is more interesting than I had first thought and the idea of making this woman my sex slave is more appealing to me than I would like to admit. “I am not going anywhere with you either.” The brave, yet foolish, human says through gritted teeth. If it wasn’t for the slight tremble I can see moving through her body, I would think that she was fearless in this moment. A snorted chuckle reaches my ears from just behind me, indicating that Dracula finds this situation more amusing than he found it when she spoke to him in this manner. “Until we meet again, my dear.” Dracula says, before disappearing in a cloud of bats that take off towards the open window to the right of the theatre.

Especially after all the vampires in Duradel found out that she was Lev’s lover. Vero and Lev walked side by side, following Daire Thancred as they entered Cristoval Castellar’s residence. He was the only Elder who didn’t have a family. No wife and children, and it seemed that he greatly enjoyed his solitude. Although his house wasn’t as big as Deammone’s or Thancred’s, everything here looked more expensive and luxurious. From the furniture to the decorations on the walls. There was no doubt that Cristoval was a cunning vampire who enjoyed collecting luxurious items.

His brother Sindre is spread out on a divan, his short legs and dirty boots resting on the exclusive burgundy velvet fabric. "Good afternoon." Brokk raises the glass towards Lucifer and exposes a large mustard colored stain under his armpit before sculling the smooth amber contents. "We have some business to sort out," he continues, before releasing a noisy burst of air that echoes into the high, arched stone roof. “Pardon me.” He smiles contently. Lucifer closes the large double doors behind him to keep out any unexpected visitors. This is just too much. The two dwarfs behaving as if they owned his much-feared underworld.

"Ha! try me" I lean forward and whisper "am a hybrid" TRANSYLVANIA "Dracula you sent for me" the Goblin walks towards Dracula who was at his balcony "Ah yes, Goblin, there's something I would like to ask of you" "What's that sire?" replied the Goblin "Do you remember Davis?" "Of course the prince drac, but what about him?" "Well then you must know of his crime" "Yes sire, he fell in love with a werewolf, despicable "

The house was pitch black, like a scene straight out of a horror movie. But I wasn't afraid. If there were a ghost here, it would only be Molly's. And truthfully, I wished she'd come back to see me. My throat burned with an unbearable itch. I pushed myself up from the couch, fumbling for a glass of water. The more I moved, the worse the discomfort grew. I coughed a few times, and then a warm, metallic-tasting liquid surged up my throat. I raised a trembling hand to my mouth, catching the liquid.

Her and Connor outside a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was grainy, the kind of photo that suggested someone had been waiting for the shot, had been watching for it. The headline positioned it as mysterious, positioned her as questionable, positioned the entire situation as something that required explanation. "Zachary Cole's mysterious new girlfriend with a troubled past. Questions surrounding her connection to Cole Global's renovation contract and her involvement with known financial criminal Connor Dealt." It wasn't devastating. It wasn't even particularly damaging if you read it carefully and understood that tabloid headlines were designed to create drama where none existed. But it was a me

The shadowed figure at the end of the narrow stone balcony didn't make a single sound. It was the complete, terrifying stillness that Zara noticed first. The stranger stood utterly motionless, like a statue carved directly out of the dark. Then, two glowing crimson orbs ignited in the pitch-black space. *Vampire.* The word exploded in Zara’s mind, sending a jolt of ice straight down her spine. The red glow wasn't a reflection of the candlelight drifting up from the grand hall below it was burning from within the woman's eyes.

he bow and stood beside Dracula who gave out a smile " let the party begin with a slow Italian dance " Dracula said and a slow music was played while the vampires paired themselves with their partner as they all dance to the rhythm of the music . DEREK POINT OF VIEW "you so handsome my prince " my partner said smiling irritatingly , she's blond and I hate the fact she's blond . her arms were wrapped around my neck "oh thank you " I said not interested "am Rana daughter of Lord Marvin , my dad owns the northern vampire trip at India"she said proudly

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I kept my voice as gentle and apologetic as possible. “Oh, darling, don't worry at all,” Beatrice said, striding out of the kitchen carrying a mug of steamy liquid, as if she’d been holding it on standby. “Drink this. It’ll clear that right up.” “You really should,” Tammy added from the couch in the adjoining sitting room. “Mum’s a miracle worker with those brews.” “Thanks, Tammy.” Beatrice offered her a warm smile. “My sympathies, Emily,” Zane’s deep voice caught my attention.