Novel & Cerita Filthy Rich Vampire Book 3

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

As she stood in the center of the room, held in place by the attendants, Kyle stepped off to the side, folded his hands, and lowered his head in reverence. Before the assembly sat an immense stone chair. It looked like a throne. She looked up and saw that seated in it was a vampire who looked older than the others. She could tell that he was absolutely ancient. There was something about his cold, blue eyes. They stared down at her as if they had seen 10,000 years. She hated the feeling of his eyes on her. They were evil itself. “So,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “This is the one who breached our territory,” he said. His voice was gravelly and had absolutely no warmth in it. It echoed in

Zane whispered filthy praise against my ear, his voice soft but wicked. "That's our good girl... getting her cunt ruined so beautifully. Look how well you're taking him, Angel. Such a perfect little fucktoy for us." I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of my eyes, completely lost between Zane's soothing filth and Ziven's rough, degrading hunger. And they weren't even close to being done with me yet.

Elias kissed me slowly, full of pain and love. But as we held each other in the Red Room, I felt the weight of everything crushing down on me. Marcus had won with the blackmail, the sharing, and the endless nights of submission. Book 1 was over. But my real nightmare was only just beginning. Little did I know that being my professor’s pet and Marcus’s sex toy was just the beginning of my misfortune.

That was an interesting name. Blocking out Camille's and Sally's conversation, Maddox opened one of the books and read a few pages. The story began with a vampire searching for his love. She’d been killed by his enemy—another powerful vampire. His body hummed in reaction to the words as if each sentence triggered a spell. Dire rippled in discomfort. What was that? He skimmed the pages. All the descriptions of vampires were spot on. Crazier, there were terms in the book that were actually real—moon-cursed, moon-touched and other words used in his world. He thought back to something Camille had said earlier.

Valkhara “Alright, filthy goddess,” Nyra said, standing over me like a judgmental older sister who had seen way too much, hands on her hips, curls half-tied and mood set to not in my house. “Before you step one foot inside my cottage, you are taking your cum-covered, feral-marked ass to the river.” I blinked up at her from the grass, still wrapped in my shitty cloak and trauma. “You’re serious.” “Dead. You are not leaking vampire spunk on my sofa. I may be morally flexible, but I draw the line at bonding fluid stains.”

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

I crawled beside her. He stroked my cheek. “Wait.” I waited. I knelt and watched her worship him. He fucked her mouth slow. Deep. And when he gripped my collar and pulled me forward, I went willingly, lips parting. He switched between us. Thrusting into her, then me, groaning low and guttural. “You love this, don’t you, pet?” “Yes, Sir.” “You want them to see how filthy you are?” “Yes, Sir.” He pulled out, dragging his cock down my face, smearing me with precum.

he said, and I closed my eyes, already knowing what was coming next. “I'll try to be back in no time. I just have to quell whatever this is before it gets worse,” he explained, and I nodded. I understood, but it didn't change the fact that I was disappointed and heartbroken. Could these vampires not just fucking live? They were rich, powerful, and happy for the most part. Why would they want to do this? I guess this was the reminder I needed, that they were still very much human. Still selfish, greedy, and disgusting.

Within the sanctuary, she discovered a community of vampires who had similarly sought refuge from the alpha's tyranny. Among the sanctuary's inhabitants were skilled warriors, wise elders, and individuals with unique abilities. They recognized the importance of Emily's lineage and her unborn child, understanding the potential they held in the face of the alpha's tyranny. The sanctuary became a place of solace and training for Emily as she honed her vampire powers and prepared herself for the inevitable confrontation with the alpha. Within the sanctuary, Emily also uncovered secrets about her mother's past and her own connection to the book of power. She delved into ancient tomes, sought coun