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.

The man hugs the girl in his arms, gently rests her head on his shoulder, and coaxes: “Come on… It wouldn't be nice to say those words with your pretty lips and lovely voice. Didn't you tell me you were afraid to sleep alone? So I arranged for you to sleep with that bad-tasting blond girl. But after seeing the way she has treated you it upsets me. But it seems that stupid people like you always feel that it is your fault. I should have banished her long ago, but my father keeps rambling about this. So annoying! I also want to taste your blood sooner, but since you ate that oat bar, it takes about a month. And don't scream, it makes you lose your strength, this is a restricted area, only with

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…”

On her way back, just as she pulled into the driveway, she accidentally bumped into her two vampire neighbors. As expected, they had the distinctive traits of vampires—green eyes, flawless physiques, handsome faces, and pale skin. Based on her knowledge, Vienna assumed the taller one was of a higher rank, with the other likely being his assistant, since vampires rarely traveled alone. She pretended not to notice them and continued walking. But the taller one waved and smiled at her. “Oh, hi! New neighbor—nice to meet you. I’m Arron, and this is Valus,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.