Hayley Marshall Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

It was as though her death had never happened. Three o’clock rolled around, and Mae suggested that I should leave early. Loath as I was to leave behind the distraction of work, it meant that I’d have more time to track down the inhabitants of the address Cyrus had given me. My curiosity over Veronica’s missing body – the second missing body since the vampires had come to town, I noted – was climbing steadily higher, growing with each passing minute that nobody ran into the diner, screaming bloody murder over – well, over a bloody murder. “Sydney will be alright, won’t you?” Mae said. At Sydney’s nod, her red-slicked lips broke into a proud grin. “Besides, Giles is in for the long haul today,

They look at me like they all want to jump on me and slice me open and I immediately get on guard to rip out the hearts of anyone who dares try to attack me. “Are you crazy?” A girl stands up aggressively and walks towards me. I remember her name to be Hailey. The brown-haired girl the vampire lord used to fuck. Such a pretty little thing with a perky ass and round pointy boobs. She walks like a queen and I can see why Killian was attracted to her. I mean if Morgana never existed, I think Hailey would have been my obsession instead. “Don’t push it princess. I don’t want to hurt you.” I tell her with a smirk as she walks towards me. She raises her hand I know she’s about to slap me. Women jus

Harvey kicked the dresser and went out into the living room. Lucasta disappeared without taking any clothes, so at first, he thought she was going around the apartment complex to buy things. However, he waited for a long time but did not see her return. He bought her all the essential items for people in general and women in particular, even sanitary napkins. - Lucasta. Hearing the bell ring, Harvey immediately rushed to open the door, not looking to see who was outside because he thought Lucasta had returned. However, what caught his eye was the beautiful, slightly playful face of the vampire girl who loved the color red, Maris.

She held them off with ease. Hayley looked at him with a faint, calm smile. "Don't worry. I'll wait until you're reunited with your sister before I leave." The words hit him like a blow. His mind went blank. "Raarh!" Behind him, the zombie Diana he had been dragging suddenly twisted at an unnatural angle the moment his abilities disappeared. She snapped forward and sank her still-functional teeth straight into his leg. "Ahh!" Wally screamed in terror. Hayley watched as he was bitten, and a satisfied smile finally appeared on her face.

Hayley could see his desperate attempts to prove he had changed, but she still remained reluctant to believe him. In an effort to dispel these conflicting emotions within her, Hayley redirected her gaze to the mirror and let out a heavy sigh. She picked up her body lotion and began to apply it to her skin, a flicker of excitement igniting within her as she anticipated her meeting with Rosalie. Over time, Hayley had come to embrace the fact that Rosalie was her family. Their bond had deepened after their last encounter, during which Hayley learned more about Rosalie's past and the full backstory behind Wendy's vengeful actions.

My brain is probably fried from the amount of information it has just been fed. My heart is currently beating out of tune…and I’m trembling. I do not mean ordinary shivers. I’m fucking shaking. Mason has to pin me against him to hold me up. So all this time… “What do you mean by that, my little muse?” Damon asks. “How is your sister supposed to tell her own story?” Halloway lifts her lowered face and gives him a cold, tight lipped smile. “Because she’s right here. Hello Damon. This is Hayley Stephens. Halloway Stephens is currently slaving away at her office as we speak.

George was enjoying dancing with him and he firmly held his hand so Edward had to Wait until the dance ended before he could go and search for Alice. Alice couldn't talk even when she knew she was in danger until they brought her to a place. A strange place. They tied her to a tree and she was able to see faintly from her cocoon. How the veiled woman caught an animal and drank It's blood. Her body shivered and hoped until Edward came. As Edward stared at her red blood eyes and her fangs which have now lengthened, he knew only one thing- that she was a Vampire. Yes. She was Layla and the four men were her Drudge Vampires. No doubt, she was able to disguised herself as Jazel and hid those four

"I'm your daughter? Is Lacey not your daughter too? Why didn't you ask her to do this for you? I'm sure she will be very willing to help you get your benefits. She's after all your filial daughter." As she spoke, Lyra glanced toward the corner at the figures that were hiding behind the door sill thinking they couldn't be seen but had no idea that their shadows had given them away. As expected, two female figures burst out from behind the window sill and lunged at Lyra. A resounding slap landed on her face immediately and it was so strong that the impact from it tilted Lyra's face to the side. When she looked up, she saw her mother, Heather standing across her with her arms akimbo.

She asked him. "I no longer care about that diary; I care about you. I swear on..." The small crash of the bottle Melia threw to the floor stopped him mid-sentence. "I love you; forgive me," he stammered. "Your forgiveness means as little to me as hurting me meant to you. All of you." She looked from Fox to Za. "Are liars." She emphasized. "Your soul," she looked at Helena, "is the purest I've seen so far, along with my mother's." She smiled and laughed. "You haven't hurt me yet. And that gives you points..." Helena didn't say a word; she didn't know what to say about what was happening. She was only leaning against the pillar, hugging herself. "Do you want to know who gave me the diary?" Sh

Strangely, the face that stared back at me wasn't one I was very familiar with. The one in the mirror was fat, no, chubby. She had full, beautiful cheeks. There was even some color on her skin, some rosy pink color. She looked more alive than I had looked in all my grandeur as the Vampire Queen. “What The Fuck Is Going On Here?” I whispered slowly, highlighting every word as I backed away from the mirror. Then it all made sense to me… The moon goddess indeed answered my prayer, gave me another shot at life, but definitely not the easiest chance to fulfill my aim of killing Rowan.