Filthy Rich Vampire Book 3 Novels & Stories

The impact jarred his senses, forcing him to shake his head to clear it. He could smell the vampire’s foul breath as Seth pushed his face only inches away from his own. It stunk like rotted meat. His heart sank. He’d thought that when Tatyana led us into the depths of Wadim’s den, we’d destroyed any of Wadim’s vampires who may have escaped our initial attack. He thought only Dracula’s visiting vampire’s survived. Apparently he was wrong. His stomach wretched from the realization that he was about to be killed and eaten by this cannibalistic monster. It seemed so much worse than simply having the blood drained from his body.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

I don't stop drinking even as he sinks down to his knees and I lean forward, making his back hit the ground. I continue to flood him with overwhelming pleasure until I feel his heart get slower and slower. I struggle to stop but manage to just as his hands fall from around me; I retract my fangs and sit up. I place my hands on his chest and feel that he is indeed still alive. I lick my lips and remove all the blood, I then get off of him. The bloodlust is calling to me, wanting me to find more, find another, but I re-climb the tree and move away from them.

If you kill a Vampire in a fair fight, all of his or her property reverts to you. I owned Johan's house, his blood donors, and his seat on the Vampire Council. I'd gone from a lowly Third Generation illegally turned by a Rogue and set to be put to death to become a Master Vampire and a Council member because of a broken piece of wood. But we don't talk about that …

His breath stank of whisky. “That gown,” he said, his eyes crawling over her body. “Looks like it was stitched onto your skin. Do you take… private clients?” Her stomach knotted, and she imagined hurling the champagne into his face, but instead, she steadied her voice. “Excuse me?” He leaned closer, lips greasy with drink. “I could make it worth your while.” His hand hovered at her waist, rather boldly. Bile burned in her throat. She inhaled sharply, ready to spit fire, but another voice cut through.

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

Even though no vampires erase my memories, I started to forget him. “Stop punishing yourself” Mr. Vampire got closer; his forehead fell. “I don’t read my books backwards” I quickly responded, my voice as loud as lightning. At that time, his pupils dilated and his mouth half-opened. “I like to go to the next chapter, not the previous one” I stated, eyes stabbing him in the chest as if a sword. “So please, start fresh, get back to your fiancé and unborn child” My mouth corner formed into a smile and it flashed him, making him blind.

warning: Chapter contains hard sex, rape, harsh language, male on male sex and vampiric murder. *The vampire* The girls are writhing in lust, pushing down on my fingers. Now the perfect scent is coming from them. “Oh it’s so good”. I grind my teeth”. But we need to move on with our little game”. I pull blondie up to me and she greedily accepts my kiss. “Your turn to try something new, right ?” I grab her hair, holding her at an arm's length.

Vanessa leaned towards Victoria in a motion of hugging her and whispered in her ears. "I am talking about Emerald, the Queen of vampires. In nome di Dio Alaric, Ordino a Emerald di svegliarsi (In the name of god Alaric, I order emerald to wake up.)" She whispered before she took out a small pouch from her back pocket and dropped it on the ground, resulting in the powder pouring over, and an exotic smell wafted through Victoria's nose, making her teeth hurt. Feeling a sudden pain shot in her body, she pushed Vanessa away from her, looking at her with confusion and anger.