Filthy Rich Vampires Series Novels & Stories

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.

"Okay, first of all, Rihana, you need to take a step back and not make this about you-" " I'm just being honest with you because I care about you too and wouldn't want you to get hurt. I know how many girls Alex has used in the past for his own pleasure while I was gone. You just happened to be a bit special because of your blood, darling, it's making him crave for more. He's a vampire, Katy and you're a human. That's never happened before. He is never going to fall in love with a human." "And what about you?"

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

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.

-If there is any God or patron goddess of us vampires, I beg you, help me," Lucas prayed. And this was just one of the many things he hadn't been able to do for a long time, so much so that he feared he no longer knew how to pray. God's work or fate, footsteps echoed in the corridor, and suddenly the door to the laboratory opened, and at first sight a trolley with cleaning products appeared, and entered his nose. Lucas hardly believed that that cleaning woman would be his solution, so he closed his eyes and remained motionless, attentive through his hearing and nose for the woman's movements. First he heard her footsteps and the wheels of the cart moving around the room, and here and there p

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Inhuman length. His cap was soft as foam. His fangs scraped my neck when he leaned down. The orc forced his way underneath me somehow and rammed into my ass with no lube except my own leaking juices. The pain made my vision go white. I screamed around the vampire’s cock as they double-penetrated me like I was nothing but holes.

an elder stands from her seat her voice laces with surprise. “The prophecy of the blood bride seems to be true because the girl you see here can be best described as “best of both worlds” she is a vampire and witch as well.” As if I was with disease, every vampire around me shifted so as not to contact it maybe. Disgust spread through their faces. “What are you doing Tyril?” I whisper to Tryil who is behind me with a knowing smile. “What a Vampire prince like me should do, protect his people from foes.”

Their eyes, deprived of the controlled, chemical glow, dilated into abyssal pits of pure, insatiable famine. They swarmed out from the vents, the rafters, and the shattered mirrors”a legion of starving, feral things. Cattleya stood atop the frozen, silent heart of the machine, her body a statue of silver filaments and frost. She watched as the first wave of vampires descended upon the cathedral floor, their movements no longer graceful, but twitching, insectile, and frantic. They didn't see her as a person. They saw her as the only remaining vessel of the "blood"—the source of the power that had sustained them for centuries.