Novel & Cerita Moka Vampire Rosario

Jack asked. " Twilight. " Rosy squealed in excitement. Jack thought for a moment then grabbed his phone from his pocket and started searching on the internet. " There's no need of searching."she said, "I had already downloaded it." and handed over her phone to him to see. Jack got surprised on seeing her movies list. It was full of vampire's movies only like Dracula, vampire diaries and many more. " Are you obsessed with such movies? " he asked surprisingly. " Yeah. The protagonist in such movies look damm hot." Rosy replied and smiled.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

"Whatever you need, Miss." I rattled off the address for Sol's mansion before he got into the car. Just as I was about to enter, my arm was snatched from behind me, and I was turned around. I came face to face with someone I did not expect to see. "Francis," I breathed out as I stared at the officer of the Vampire Hunter Organization. "Mia Rivera, so you remember me, that makes two of us." His words were harsh as he leered down at me. "I've been doing a lot of research on you lately, Miss Rivera, and your connection to Sol Montgomery."

“He was surprised to see Nadi with me.” Rosa did not reply immediately. The sound of leaves being plucked was joined by the popping sounds of the rice cooker as the heater started to boil the water. “Do you like wine, Flora?” Rosa asked all of a sudden, breaking her silence. Flora shook her head. “No, I don’t, Ma’am. Alcoholic drinks tend to make me red in the face and I get dizzy all of a sudden,” Flora replied although she could not see why Rosa asked her the question.

Given her occupation, she still manages to live her life with respect and an innocent, sometimes obsessive crave for McDonald's. Endowed with her naturally long hair and a fashion sense to die for, Maria heads the team of the vamps, -a five Miami-based strip group that hosts most of the wildest parties in an elite bar. But little did she know that as much as she always saw the bright side of things, her life was to be tested in a darker shade. And she'll learn that life is never be defined in black and white, -neither in any shades of her good lipstick. Wu Chang

the man with the messy hair and dead dark voice says as he reaches to greet me. I refuse to take his hand and continue to speak, “Likewise, now what is it that I may do for you both?” “Well, Mr. Belmont, or may I call you Sebastian?” she asks. “Mr. Belmont is just fine,” I brush off her boldness as to ask to be called by my name. “Well,” she carries on to speak. “We are from the Blood Rose pack.” “Yes, Catarina, I am fully aware of what you are,” I claim, getting somewhat annoyed by her presence. “In over two hundred years, I have not managed to lose my sense of smell.”

‘She could be identical to my mother Visenna if not for the fading scar in her neck…’ Rozelyn thought. The woman tightened her black choker that has triquetra as its lavaliere before speaking, “I am Rosette Richards. The supreme of the English coven.” She then extended her right hand for a gesture of a handshake—a respectful way of introducing one’s self to a fellow vampire.

When he successfully shut the door without waking Gwen up, he turned to the person who knocked. " I am sorry sire for disturbing your time with your mate but another attack had just happened in the Vampire community in Romania. " his butler said quickly hoping to reduce Vince anger at him. He knew that newly mated pairs were not to be disturbed but this was a very important situation.

The Castellano safe house was a fortress of steel and resolve, its dockside bunker humming with the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood by a tactical map, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting Dante Rossi’s planned city-wide attack—ports, banks, city hall, a chaos to cripple the mafia families. Rosa, bandaged and weak but alive, had confirmed the targets via her hacked Syndicate drives. The war loomed, hours away, and Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s guilt over Rosa’s capture, their entwined hands, a fire that fueled his determination.

Holding Ray tightly, she turned and bolted. Behind her, a Russian man crashed into a chair as he tried to grab her. The scene ahead was utter bedlam, offering no clear escape route. Worse, the man behind her had drawn a gun, aiming it directly at her. Clutching Ray tightly, Emilia couldn’t help but think this cathedral would be the death of her family. Bang! A deafening shot rang out. But it wasn’t Emilia who fell—it was the Russian man. Wide-eyed, Emilia looked up. Standing against the light, Matthew loomed over her. His deep blue eyes, like the ocean’s depths, betrayed no hint of his thoughts as he gazed down at her.