Hot Vampire Next Door Novels & Stories

We sat in the living room, Zara talking nonstop about the States—her job, her apartment, how lonely it got sometimes. “I missed home,” she admitted softly. “And I missed you.” I reached for her hand. “I missed you too.” She looked at Elijah again. “So… how did you two meet?” He glanced at me. “Next-door neighbors.” Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?” I nodded. “Life is strange.” She smiled. “I like this version of your life.” Later, Zara pulled me aside while Elijah stepped out to take a call. “You’re happy,” she said quietly.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I resemble one of those ladies from horror films who wanders off by herself or trips over every time the monster pursues her. My monster is Jason, and I'm sick of tripping. I work up the nerve to press the power button at last. Even if I've stopped watching TV, the quiet at home is challenging. He still won even though I was able to stop the commercial. He continued to stab me to death, and if I had had friends, they would have already located my body as a creepy soundtrack played.

“They’ve attacked several places of the city already. They've gone through malls and boutiques on the coast… the areas you normally take. And… and their next target is—” I cut him off, my voice sharp and urgent. “Where, Jonas? Where is their next target?” “Well, we've done our thinking and seeing the route they're taking. It's clear. The vampires are prepping up for a war with us, so they need a recharge and that's BLOOD. So they're next target is… “ There was a pause, and I finished the sentence myself, the realization piercing me like ice. “The hospital.” “Yes, sir.” “Fuck!!” I cursed out loud and Elara heard it

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

He smiled, then rolled over and went back to sleep. I went downstairs and poured myself a cup of coffee. Then, I made myself some toast and slathered it with butter. It smelled delicious. I shoved it into my mouth, grabbed my purse, and headed out to the garage. The charred remains of the vampire were now just a pile of ash. It was strange that vampires burst into flames when they died. I stepped around the ash and slipped into my Mercedes.

“Please. And I’d like to make breakfast, if that’s okay.” She hesitates. “We usually—” “Please,” I repeat. “I just…need to do something normal.” She nods stepping aside. And then leaves the kitchen. I crack eggs into a bowl and grab a whisk to beat them. The small television screen above the counter plays the morning news. A news reporter stands outside a government building that looks half destroyed. “—third attack this month on human administration facilities. Authorities suspect extremist vampire factions protesting the recent rise in deaths linked to “Heamatodipsia” a nerve disease killing majorly the vampires…”

Sean replied. “Bring him to me,” Carl ordered. “There’s a problem, my lord—he’s a vampire.” “What? How can a vampire enter Santossa?” Carl’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Well, according to my research, that vampire is married to a human. He survives on animal blood and owns a vacation house at the boundary between Santossa and Carreon City—a free city where humans reside. He was out hunting deer and rabbits when he witnessed the event.” “Hop in. Let’s go meet him at his place,” Carl said, excitement lighting up his face. Finally, the puzzle might be solved.

Vampires. We scoot up again. Now, I am almost even with the door. Lenny and I have been standing in the line to get bread for nearly two hours. My feet are soaking wet. I’m tired, and I want to get home to my family. Mom really can’t handle my younger brother and sister on her own these days, and my stepfather is at work in the mines. “Sorry, Mildred, but that’s only forty-four vlads.” The baker, Mr. Laslo Black, brother to the mayor, Angus Black, rebukes the old woman who lives next door to me. “I need another vlad.”