Filthy Rich Vampire Book 3 Novels & Stories

Kathrine hissed but I ignored them all and turned away. Then I pulled the cheapest trick in book. I tripped on my own two feet. Before I fell face first, I flailed and grabbed at the first thing I could touch - Grayson’s wrist. I twisted viciously as I landed, a small blade appearing in my hand as I did so. The beauty of being a vampire was that this happened in a space of a single second. So before Grayson or anyone else could react, Grayson was on his back again, his wrist bleeding.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

The vampire went on his knees immediately despite his pain and he apologized, “Forgive me, my Lord.” Sapphire walked in front of the vampire and she leapt into the air, moving towards the room where the fire had already reduced as some of the vampires were already putting out the fire. She landed on the shattered windowpane and then jumped inside the room. She looked around the burnt things and then stopped at the middle. She knows that the fire must have started somewhere so she traced where it was from. As she neared the bedside, she could perceive the smell of oil and she retraced her steps back to the window where she saw a black liquid there which already dripped down the wall, along wi

But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

The world was gone—just blood, bruises, cock, and filthy moans in the night. Francesa clawed his back, riding his thrusts, her accent sharp through her cries. “Harder, papi! Fuck me like you kill them—fast, rough. Don’t stop. Break me.” He growled, biting her lip until it bled, licking the red from her chin. His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, cock drilling until her legs shook. She screamed, loud, shameless. “¡Sí! Fuck me, papi! Right here, with dead mens watching! You nasty vampire, you love this!”

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

the thin vampire said, stepping closer, "the baby isn't yours either. It belongs to Lucian Aion. And since he just publicly rejected you, that makes this child... unclaimed property." "Children aren't property!" I snarled. The female vampire's grip tightened until I saw spots. "In our world, little humans, everything is property. Including you." She raised her other hand, her nails elongating into claws. "Now hold still. This will only hurt... Well, actually, it's going to hurt a lot." I closed my eyes, my hand pressed protectively over my stomach. This was it. This was how I died. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th