Novel & Cerita Good Vampire Romance Books

“What good is it to turn me when you won’t stay afterward?” “I’ll stay.” She chuckled bitterly. “No, you won’t.” “You don’t know yet, but you will.” She sucked in a breath when he licked his wound. She groaned when he yet again pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue danced with hers, tasting his blood upon her taste buds. When did blood become an aphrodisiac? Oh, right, his vampiric blood was pure and a known aphrodisiac. It wasn’t fair that everything about him was addicting. He didn’t even try to hide his darkness. He wasn’t controlled by it and he didn’t hide behind it. He unapologetically owned it and that type of self awareness magnetically drew people in like moths to a flame. Like

"I am Xavier, a mutant vampire. Every week my dad give me one virgin girl so I stay here happy. Because this time it were two so I am not getting another one until next week. I have to save you. More important only this chain can stop me and when the moon has no light I am strongest and cruelest, I can kill the whole world that time. So make sure you die before it." He sipped on the glass of blood in his hand. He had a teasing smile trying to scare her. This was his only entertainment, scarring little girls but in reality, he has a very soft heart.

It swelled, tying them as she came, screaming his name. Hours blurred. He ate her out on the floor, tongue fucking her cum-filled pussy, fangs nicking inner thighs for blood sips. She squirted on his face, drowning him. Then his turn—she deepthroated, gagging full length, balls on her chin. "Swallow my load, shy slutty vampire." Cum shot down Lydia's throat, thick and salty; she gulped it all, some dribbling out. Against the shelves, he took her standing, one leg up, cock hammering her g-spot. Books fell like rain. "Fuck me harder, please. I don't care if you break the damn library!"

She closed her eyes and felt the soft wind. When she opened her eyes, she attacked the two contestants and knocked them down at the same time. She could feel enormous power flowing through her body. On the other side of the ring, she saw how the two werewolves with her earlier lost. A vampire suddenly jumped at Cassandra and managed to scratch her. She whimpered and growled at him, but the vampire mockingly smiled. His smile irritates Cassandra, so she attacked him and tried to bit him on the shoulder. The vampire dodged it and threw a punch. Cassandra fell in the impact, but she quickly stood up. She lunged at him once again, the vampire was about to dodge, but Cassandra tilted her body and

he utters, his voice rough and husky. When our gazes meet, chills travel down my spine. His eyes have gone into predator mode. Terrifyingly icy. "He is not your problem anymore, Danika. Leave him to me." My eyes go wide. "Are you—are you...going to kill him?" He says nothing, but his features darken. I pull away from him instantly, fear sinking into my bones. He sighs, pinching his nose. "He's a vampire, Danika. An undead. You can't handle him," he rasps.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Maya pressed her thumb against her injured finger, trying to stanch the tiny bead of blood. "Just a paper cut," she murmured, looking up with a self-deprecating smile. "I swear, these old books are weapons—" The words died in her throat. Elena wasn't looking at the book. She was looking at Maya’s hand. The change in the vampire was instantaneous and terrifying. The soft, hazel rings of Elena's eyes violently bled away, swallowed up by a sudden, ink-like darkness until her irises were a bottomless, pitch black.

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.