Filthy Rich Vampire Book 3 Novels & Stories

I could see a few servants run to him as he looked at me and spoke through gritted teeth. "I, Luis Ulfric Starlyn, Elder Vampire heir of the Starlyn Vampire bloodline and acting Lord-Alpha Vampire of the Starlyn Vampire Colony, accept Millicent Jonquilla Starlyn's rejection." I feel the last bit of the electricity band that held us together snap, causing me to collapse into Serena. As I faded into the blackness, all I could hear was people screaming for a doctor and ambulance. ---------------------------------------------------------- Note: This book is property of Ulliend's Musings and only used in approved formats such as D****e, Goodnovel, Tiktok, etc

“You always come back to me… when the beast needs control.” I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. She arched her back as I climbed over her, my hands rough as they squeezed her full breasts and thighs not with affection, but hunger. Desperation. Frustration. I bit, and she moaned, clutching at my shoulders like she loved the pain. She liked it like this messy, wild, and hard. I needed something, anything to make me forget last night and Saraphina. Veronica was panting beneath me, nails dragging down my back. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Let it out. Let the monster out. You know I can take it.”

I should get that printed on a T-shirt. I dropped onto the bed anyway, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers. My bags were still sitting by the door where the driver dumped them. I didn’t even know where to start unpacking. Didn’t care. My brain was stuck on replay: his voice, low and pissed. “Stay. Away.” The way his eyes flashed red? Maybe red. Definitely not normal. And that cold coming off him like he was made of winter. Vampire. My brain kept saying it over and over. Vampire vampire vampire. And he saved me. Why? Why me? Why write those stupid sweet words and then act like I’m a walking disease?

Then his mouth descended on my right nipple, sucking hard while he pushed two thick fingers into my soaked pussy. “Ahhh! Yes, finger me, please!” I cried, voice shaking. The vibrations combined with his curling fingers hitting my G-spot had me spiraling fast. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he pumped me hard. “You’re gushing like a whore,” he groaned against my breast. “Listen to that sloppy cunt.” He added a third finger, stretching me open. The wand pressed harder, vibrations intensifying. My moans turned into desperate, filthy pleas.

Caspian said as he handed the book to his father, “There seems to be someone who had the intent of killing Amilia.” “How do you know its power?” asked Count Vlad. “It’s easy. The book mentions a rock, a sacrifice, power, and the letter “A” in the last entry,” Caspian indulged. “And all those show Amilia, right?” said Mirela. “Indeed,” whispered Octavius as he read the book. “Where did you get this?” asked Octavius. “I gave it to him. Why?” Count Vlad asked. “Because the one who wrote this was a witch vampire,” Octavius inquired.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

I struggled under his weight with a frenzy I didn’t know I was capable of, but he kept his weight atop me and held my arms fast behind my back for the considerable length of time it took for me to settle down. “Get off me,” I barked as I spit soil, bits of leaves, and remnants of twigs out of my mouth. “I can’t believe you did that, you brute!” “Call me what you like. I’m not budging until you settle down and get yourself under control,” he said firmly. “I hate you,” I spat. “It’s the blood,” he said sadly. “It does that to certain vampires. I’m sorry you are one of them. I should have expected it after what happened when Geo did his best to clean up the mess Charles left.”

I breathed, parting my legs slightly as his fingers trailed higher up my thigh. “Alex,” he replied. His touch was confident, possessive. He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You’re already wet, aren’t you, Mia? I can practically smell how needy you are.” I shivered, biting my lip. “Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.”

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

Not about Alexis who will become a vampire hunter. Alexis immediately closed the diary she was holding on there once again, and moved on to the second diary. Right now on there are some discussions about vampire hunters written by Alexis's parents. But the contents of the second diary are only about the activities of Alexis' parents who are also as the vampire hunters. Alexis sighed again slowly on there right now. Alexis closed the second diary on there again, and slowly borrowed her dizzy forehead there for a moment. Then slowly, Alexis put the second diary back there, and turned to the third diary, the last diary written by Alexis's parents after all. After that, slowly, Alexis began to o