In Love With A Vampire Novels & Stories

The craving to be loved is a desire that every mortal, and believe me when I say, that every Vampire does have. Now how do you love? You love with your heart and your head, your instinct and your experience. Should you lack any of these, there shall always be another way; you shall find a way to complete that perfect love that dreams and fantasy are made of. If you do not live with wanting that fairytale ending for yourself, then what is it worth dreaming for in the first place.

I know we agreed not to read each other’s minds and all so I can freely say in my head that I think I am falling in love with him. I know he his my mate and I am supposed to be in love with him from the moment we meet but with Blake I took my time. Vampires do not have mates, they fall in love, and even though lake may be my mate he is still part vampire. I know he loves me, I can feel it pouring out from him every time he looks at me or is around me and I love him also.

He scoffed, turning away. "Love is a distraction. I'm at a crossroad where love is only seen as a useless, weak and ridiculous emotion. Vampires see love as a virus that infects the host's senses and weaken the mind. So no. I'm not in love with you. I like you, I like how you fit so perfectly with me, I like it when you smile and more importantly, I love how good your blood feels." She rolled her eyes, "I hear ya. And no, we definitely do not fit. Not down there,"

"The other name for it is vervain." I practically facepalm when I realize that it's a thing from Vampire Diaries. I decided to just ignore the whole subject and focus again on my beautiful mate. I gripped one of Archie's hands and guided it away from his face and placed it against my chest where he could feel my heart beating in my chest. He gasped, looking up at me before I pulled him up and into the bed with me. He carefully wrapped his arm around my stomach and placed the side of his head on my chest as my heartbeat calmed him down. The door opened and Dr. Ash walked in along with Lila, who smiled when she saw the way her son lay next to me. My hands ran through his hair to calm his breat

I declared and that was enough for his eyes to snap open. At first, it looked like the wind got knocked out of him. His hand lowered from covering his mouth and nose and his body stopped quivering. I decided to continue since it was taking his mind off my blood. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you but I couldn't help myself. You were there for me. You protected me and took care of me. You kept me going. Levi, I am in love with you. It doesn't matter if you're a vampire. All the good in you supersedes that." I heard Ophelia hiss and pull open the cell door. Her fangs were retracted and she lunged for me. Levi pushed me behind him. His body was still quivering and his eyes were blood red.

He hands it to me, and then spills out a pill from the bottle, also giving it to me. “This is Vikiden, it will help with the pain, and so should the whisky.” He tells me, bending down to kiss my forehead. I take the pill and swallow down the whisky, loving the burn down my throat, I’ve missed alcohol. I hold up the glass for him to take seeing a look of surprise on his face. “What ?” I ask him as he takes the glass. “I'm just surprised at how well you just swallowed back straight whisky.” He sits the glass on the counter and then starts to take off his own clothes. I watch him in appreciation, wishing that I wasn’t in so much pain, he makes me want him so bad.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

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.