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I replied. "Nice plan, that will put enough fear in her" Anna said. "Yeah" Maya concurred. I walked out of the Hostel and crossed Mara on her way to whatever suite she is leaving. "What did you want again?" Mara asked rudely. "If you dare tell Damon about me being the misfortune of your lost watch.. I won't only get your mother sacked but get her killed" I replied coldly showing my true appearance as a witch and going back to normal. "I am very sure you are aware that your mother is working in my Dad's company" I laughed evilly at the scared look on her face and walked away.

He was very handsome and had an easy-going smile. “You’re new,” he remarked. “Yeah.” “I like the new ones,” he said with a wink. “Tourist?” I was about to say yes but remembered that tourists were not so much liked in that part of the country. I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was human. Was he one of those vampires who liked to feast on tourists? “No. my parents came from here.” “Really?” “The Colmans. We own that old resort.” “You’re that family,” he said, realisation dawning on him. He laughed. “Wow. I’m so glad to meet one of you. I heard you’re planning on reopening.”

Ruby does not have a good relationship with her parents, especially her mother, so she’s made it a point to never speak about them. “How?” I finally got out. There was no way in hell that her mother knew that Ruby was now a vampire. It made no sense at all. “I’m not sure. But we are going to find out,” Joseph said with determination in his voice. I nodded, biting my lower lip as I thought about what Ruby must be feeling right now. After we got dressed, we were on the road. …. An hour later, we arrived at the vampire academy. We were escorted by one of the elders onto the property and into the meeting room we had met Ruby in last time. When we entered, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t e

Chapter 24 Niklaus Pays a Visit Ken learns that Marie's mother, also named Marie Laveau, was a powerful voodoo priestess who had a secret relationship with the inn's former tenant, Jacques Saint Clair, one of the oldest Vampires in New Orleans. Kie, says that he has heard his Father mention Marie in the past and that he would be coming soon to meet his Grandaughter, Bella.. and they could ask him about her. He asked Lyra to reserve four rooms for them. She goes to her laptop to make the reservations.

Then I saw what was in his hand—a glass, filled halfway with a thick red liquid. Mom didn’t drink wine. “Hello there. You must be—” “MOM!!” I screamed and ran upstairs. Mom stepped out of her room wearing a thin nightdress that barely reached her knees. It left almost nothing to the imagination. She never dressed like that. And that man… “Liz?” “Mom, there’s a man in the kitchen! He… he’s a—” “A vampire?” I screamed again, this time because of the voice right behind me. The stranger stood there, silent as a ghost. I hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Nancy, I’ll see you in a week!” Mavis breaks into a full sprint, her hair whipping in the air behind her as she races the long vehicle down to the chicken place, hoping the driver does not take note of her. Thankfully, she arrives within seconds of the car, breathing very hard and heavily. The driver stops right beside her and gets out. He gives her a simple once over, his eyes stopping the longest on her flaming red hair. “Mavis Port…?” She nods breathlessly. He opens the door for her to enter into the vehicle, no other words need to be exchanged.

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”

her cute voice comes out almost haughty, and her mom rolls her eyes while her dad looks entirely pleased. Mavis stands up and whispers something to her mom then without waiting for a reply comes over to where Chloe and me are sitting. Wedges herself between us, a hand on my leg as she leans over. Her parents protest, calling her back over but I lift a hand, waving her off. Mavis isn't harming anything aside from preventing me from sitting next to Chloe. "Why don't you have kids wif you?" Chloe sits up and turns so she's facing Mavis. "We don't have kids."

Adrienne put a slice of toast on her plate and scooped a generous amount of strawberry jam on it. “Well, if mom is asking you to go and visit Transylvania, Aunt, who are we to stop you?” she said before she took a bite of her bread. “We would have loved to have you around here with us, Aunt Isobel,” Alaric said as he continued eating. “Adrienne has been worried about you since we read the news in Maywitch. How bad is it in Maywitch since the news?” He mildly inquired. Aunt Isobel took a slice of papaya and avocado and put it on her plate.