In Love With A Vampire Novels & Stories

He moved on top of her, hovering over her body, then pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Say it again.” “I love you, my love. My star.” A smile lit up Draven’s face, the widest she had ever seen. She could finally see his full set of white teeth. He was breathtaking. “I love you too, my star. Please don’t ever stop saying it. Every time you do, it feels like everything will be alright.” He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, as if memorizing the feel of her. “Mark me,” she whispered, breathless. “Drink from my blood. You’re a vampire... and I want to give you everything. I want to be your Luna, to stand fully beside you. I don’t want to be a werewolf anymore. Is that poss

I smile at him and then take a deep breath. “I love you, Roman…” I say to him again, the words leaving my mouth feeling perfect, He stares at me in utter shock, until he leans down and starts to passionately kiss me, our lips dancing together again.

This man makes me so weak, and so uncontrolled, how am I going to be miserable now? “I am sorry about… everything…” he says to me after he pulls away, but still holds me by my hips, and I put my arms around his neck. I love being like this with him, it makes me feel like we are an actual couple, and that nothing in the world can touch us. Not the mafia, not Marcel’s violence, and not any of my reservations. I can just be with him, no complications, and he can love me, therefore letting me love him. But why can’t it be that way? Because he can’t love. Monsters don’t love.

I should tell him that the thought of having a baby while being in love with my ex’s brothers makes me want to have a heart attack. Love. Is that what this is? I’ve barely been home for two months at this point, and in the span of that time, I’ve gotten to know Dane, Tripp, and Richie in ways I never thought possible. I’ve gotten to watch them open up to me. To my daughter. Do I love them? The fact that I can’t say no makes my breath catch in my throat. Maybe it’s just hormones. Maybe it’s all the sex and my baby fever pitching to an all-time high.

Viktoria’s POV The only love I knew of, and the only love that made any sense to me was my mother’s love. I never knew my father’s love. I never saw love between my parents or anyone else, for that matter. I saw a strange look pass between some vampires and their mates, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Being in love and having a mate or husband or whatever was never really something I thought about. I worked so hard to become dhampir and not to be sent to the convent that love really wasn’t a priority for me.

"And I've never loved awoman like I've loved you, I still do till now,’ Damien responded. He was still sober but pretended to be drank. He could not allow himself drink too much when int h e company of his wife, he had to take care of her. "How could you lie to me even now, when you have fallen in love with someone else. You loved her before, you even made her like you, but you won't do the same to me." Alma said drowsiness evident in her eyes. "That's not true Alma, I can't lie to you that I love you. About Frida, that was a stupid mistake I made in my youth. I swore never again to have anyoneturned into a vampire. This life is no good for anyone, especially when you have no one to share yo

the man blinked with a pretty smile. "No, and don't give me that disgusting look, I think I might puke." The man said and outright left. "Wait, I have the thing you want," the blond said and pulled out and aged bottle from his bag. "Aged, human blood wine, I heard it tastes heavenly to a starved vampire," he said shaking the ruby colour liquid around. Raymond paused and glanced back. "andddddd, it's your favorite blood sweet smelling blood type that doesn't turn to jelly,"

Her hazel orbs blazed brighter with every word she spoke in anger. "Mistake?" I repeated with a confused expression. "Of course not." "Why did you marry me then? It is clear we do not belong together. I am unattractive and-" "You look perfectly okay to me," I cut her off and spun around, "Get in the car." "I can't-" "Your sister already placed your belongings inside the car." I answered, having read her mind and said, "I won't drink your blood either. I'm not a vampire."

Tingles erupted everywhere he touched. Warming me from the core. "I'm not everyone, sweetheart," he started gently, slowly so I digested every word. "I don't want simple. I don't want a cutesy love story. What I want is dirty and passionate. Most of all, I don't want a girl. I want a woman." His breath fanned over my lips, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. "I want a woman who is so much to handle that I need to share her with a golden-eyed vampire. A woman so insatiable she drives me wild. A woman I can't fucking get enough of."

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.