Jonathan Hotel Transylvania 1 Novels & Stories

Allena question him which make Jonathan laugh. "Freedom, really angel you want freedom. Oh, my baby angel doesn't warry I will make sure you don't remember anything more than your room walls. I willl make sure you don't even remember difference between day and night. I will make sure you don't even remember face of your own family members baby. You remember only one thing and that is me, your Jonathan who loves you and you will only remember love me." Jonathan smirk evilly and smile. "I will make sure you only remember Vampire Prince."

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Lydia's POV No one warns you that vampires are almost always late, but I learned that on my first “date” with Jonathan—the same way you learn not to call tequila “juice” or that a Blackwood pack alpha will fuck you through a brick wall before saying “I love you.” Tonight, at the glass-cold penthouse, the king of the bloodsuckers had texted, Get your ass to 888 Wacker Dr. Penthouse 66. Dress code: depravity.

In simple terms, a home. "Don..." Jonathan suddenly started mumbling which caught Stefani's attention. Stefani frowned then almost stumbled as she tried to balance both of them while taking Jonathan to the bed. Jonathan collapsed on the bed in an instant, completely dead drunk by now as Stefani stared hard at him. All of this wouldn't happen if not for Jonathan accepting that drink from Mr. Han! "I hope you suffer from a terrible headache tomorrow, you stupid monkey!" Stefani gritted her teeth as she left Jonathan and went out. Her feet familiarly made their way to a nearby well with a small basin.

Jonathan bites his wrist shoving it into my mouth, letting his warm blood drip down my throat. “It’s Raven,” I whimper into the link, as I continue to drink while focusing on the source of my pain. “Fuck,” Jonathan hisses, gripping me tighter against him when my eyes grow wider. “No!” I scream, pulling Jonathan’s wrist from my mouth, feeling pain in my abdomen like something is wrong with our pup. “What?!” Jonathan growls, when his head whips around to the sound of guards coming into the room. “Get out!” He bellows, with the deepest most threatening growl I’ve heard come from him, as he exposes his fangs threatening anyone who enters.

I feel so lonely without him, this is the longest me and Johnny has been apart I hated seeing tears from his eyes, I hated hearing him talk seriously, I hated seeing him wearing a serious face I miss Johnny, I hope when he comes back he would return being his joffy self The doors open, Johnny walks in We were all surprised, we all rushed to hug him "Welcome back honey" my mum kissed his forehead He wasn't smiling "Johnny what's wrong?" I asked confused "I-i want to go meet my mum at Transylvania" We were all shocked to hear him say this

Cent looked around for any signs of zombies but found none. The zombie girl, taller than her, walked towards her. “My name is Matilda, girlie. You are not lost. This is the Malevolent Dorm. This is the graveside for the zombies. We are also students here in Transylvania Academy.” Its dangling eyes stared at her. “Judging from your huge horns, I can tell that you are a Halfling. Wow, I never thought that a new Halfling would come before my bone rots.” “I am not a Halfling. I’m a half-demon since my father is a demon.”

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

“I’m already parked in front of the hotel. Your things are with me. Should I go to your room or you’ll come and retrieve it?” Laura lay on the bed, staring into nothingness for a moment or two. If she were to choose, she still wanted to stay here even for just a few days. She was not pleased with the way her questioning of the Martins had turned out. She barely touched any data that satisfied her cravings to know about vampires; instead, she’d been confronted by yet another batch of questions. Not to mention the fact that she’d been entangled with their family mess, so staying, if she thought logically, was not an option nor was it overall enticing.

EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w