I Kissed A Vampire Novelas e Histórias

I was bitten by Darick my first night here—then Amon—and I remembered how bad it hurt, but I wondered if the ‘kiss’ felt the same. "Not for me. The ‘kiss’ is a sacred act for vampires; it's not as if they pounce on you and start biting you," she laughed. I laughed along with her for a moment, and then it slowed. I bit my lip, unsure if I should say what I was thinking next. "Isabella…” I began “I-I think I'm starting to fall for Darick…” She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “No shit,” she giggled.

I shrugged "Well, think, if it was you, what would you do?" "I dont know, that's the problem, I've never met someone I'm scared of" "You've met me" "I'm not scared of you Damon" I rolled my eyes smiling "Why not? I'm a vampire, I could drink you dry, leave your body here and no one would ever find it" he leaned forward bringing his face really close to me, my breathing hitched, my heart raced, but it wasn't fear, it was lust, I looked at his lips, and my mouth opened to say something but I closed it, not knowing what to say, he looked confused, I bought my face forward, I stopped before I got to close, but I was close enough to feel his breath on my lips, knowing he wasn't going to move, I m

The donor was gently led away, flushed and satisfied. The five vampires surrounded me immediately. Lucian pulled me into a tight embrace, his cool, powerful body pressing against mine. Seraphine kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine, tasting the fresh blood on my lips. Elias hugged me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist while he pressed soft kisses to my marked shoulder. Viktor and Damien joined, their strong hands stroking my hair and back in soothing, possessive touches. They all kissed me in turn, slow and reverent, their lips lingering on my new pale skin, on my throat, on my breasts where the bite marks had healed into faint, shimmering scars.

I still breathed heavily, taking her in. “She's beautiful indeed.” I smiled, admiring the statue one more time, before my focus landed on her. “Oh, my name is Kyle.” She stretches her hand for a handshake, which I receive, introducing myself in return. “You must be a visitor?” “Yeah, I came with my friend.” Friend? What about destiny? We started walking down the hallway as we conversed. “So what is it like being a vampire?” she is hesitant. “It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.”

Especially not those who are my students. Tessa being my student only makes things more complicated. This brings me to wonder why it was so easy for me to tell her the truth as soon as she showed an ounce of curiosity herself. Not that it wasn’t my own fault, I was careless enough to leave a mark on her. I drank from her. I needed to taste the very blood that drew me in so quickly. The intoxicating elixir attracted me to her. “Y… you’re a vampire?” She asked, her eyes large and I could hear the quickening of her heart.

"Neither you nor anybody else owns me. This is my final request, so please let me go. It's enough punishment to stand here in front of you, your reputation hanging over my head. I will not cause trouble. I promise. I prayed that the Vampire King would hear how desperate I sounded. Instead, he extended his arm and took hold of my chin with one cold, hard, and unbelievably powerful hand. Then, suddenly, his mouth slammed into mine. A shockwave of emotions ripped through me—panic, confusion, and then… butterflies? No. I didn’t want this. I bit his lip hard in protest, tasting the sharp tang of blood. But that only made things worse. The blood triggered something in me—a primal hunger that made

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

In the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, he looked tired and messy. Still hot though. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You called me a moron,” I finally said, my voice cracking a little. “For falling in love after one kiss, FYI…. It was two kisses and I’m not in love with you.” “I’m—“

“Chloe…” She sat up unsteadily, her hands fisting in his shirt. “Don’t… don’t say anything. I know it’s stupid. I know you’re a vampire, and I’m about to… turn into one too, and it’s all fucked up, but…” Her voice cracked. “I love you.” For a moment, silence. Then, in one swift movement, his hand cradled the back of her neck and he pulled her down to him. Their mouths collided, fierce, hungry, almost violent. His kiss tasted of iron and eternity, hers of alcohol and desperation. She sobbed against his lips, her tears hot between them, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.