Filthy Rich Vampires Book 4 Novels & Stories

Dedari thought his ears was burning with the little piece of information Rich had just rattled out. "What? You are already tired of hearing??? But that's not all. According to their filthy society which hunts the supernatural, he has vampire blood in him, the undead to be precise. I had hacked into their security systems to discover a confidential report which had told the story of a small human boy who had lost his memories after being abused by a vampire continuously…" Rich continued, gritting his teeth the next second when Dedari shouted at him to end the charade. "Didn't you hear me the first time?" Dedari asked Rich who just shrugged before dropping the tablet on the table, and slumping

“ One scratch, one head. “ His words terrified the whole civilization of the Cabrine city. As his sharp eyes flickered with darkness, everyone held their breaths. The figure in front of them was no other than Diamond Fletcher – the sin of pride from the seven deadly sins. Having the vampires lineage with the alpha's blood, he was one of the ruler in the biggest city of the realm. Nevertheless, he was also a five-star general in the human world. “ The young madam is in your room young master. She was in her deep slumber when the potion took effect. “ One of his allies said, trembling and trying himself not to stutter. Without a word, the sin of pride walked away with his head high. The eagern

She had just finished taking her shower when she noticed a note sticking out from under her pillow, the exact same way she had found the note before she left for Eaglesdale. 'No, not again!" She cried out, hesitant to touch it. Her life had been ruined before and she didn't want a repeat. She grabbed her phone intending to dial the cops then stopped when she remembered the new developments. She was now a vampire and had to be careful about becoming exposed. She gathered some courage, walking towards the bed and snatching the note. After opening it carefully, she noticed the exact same handwriting as the previous one. WHY DID YOU BRING US BACK HERE WHEN WE DIDN'T WANT TO? RETURN US BY TONIG

The sticky liquid seeped out from the crusty cracks of Scarlett's disfigured face. I feel pity on Noah, he left me for this dead bitch. As expected from someone who's a vampire. Scarlett's body, including face , had cracks appearing on it. Through the cracks, disgusting thick red black seeped down soaking Scarlett's loosely hung clothes. " Ahh, so dirty!" I smacked her head back, kicking her back into the Oubliette. My hands started shaking in disgust because of that nasty blood sticking on my palms. " You sure are pure and Holy. Let me wipe it for you , baby ."

He muttered and went back to sleep. Right after the call, Zach wandered in Stormsire alone. He strolled aimlessly to clear the pile of thoughts on his mind. His steps came to a complete halt when a group of four vampires blocked his way. His red eyes met with them one by one, and by the look of it, these vampires must have thought he was an easy target. “You are the rich from the auction, correct?” The vampire with hair colored green threw a question. “I am,” Zach answered lazily.

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?

I close the door, lean back against it, my body trembling, breath coming shallow and fast as dread blooms deep in my chest. I heard every word. My hands shake as I rush to my bedside drawer, fingers fumbling for Betty’s phone. One word echoes relentlessly in my mind as I type it into the search bar. Sanguinari. The result appears almost immediately. And as I read, all the blood drains from my face. Because, there stark and unforgiving on the screen, I understand at last. Alexander Matesson is a vampire.

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

Every word left Matthew's mouth very artfully that there is no way anyone could doubt his words. Making himself comfortable on Carolina's bed he found something interesting under Carolina's pillow. Pulling the thing out under the pillow Matthew smirked and said, "Seems like your hormones had affected your head. Why can't you play with men? We're vampires, not humans who cared about their virginity." Carolina was thinking, facing the window, so she didn't see Matthew had done something like this. When she turned her face to Matthew's word, she saw the thin book in Mathews's hands.

Tilted his head. A young vampire—mid-rank, nothing special, eyes wide. Pale. Too pale. Elias smiled. The man opened his mouth. “My lord, I don’t—” Elias lifted his hand. The vampire froze, throat constricting with invisible force. Everyone watched in stunned silence as Elias murmured, “You smell… wrong.” The man trembled. “I don’t know what you mean—” “I do,” Elias said gently. “Snakes. Breeding. In your skin. Whispers slithering in your blood.”