My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires. Novels & Stories

A warning. Footsteps, too light for deer. I stopped breathing. Then I turned. They were there. The same three. The rogue vampires. The woman stood in front, her perfect hair and sharp coat pristine despite the undergrowth. The shorter man flanked her left, hands in his pockets like this was a casual run-in. The tall one stood to her right, silent but alert, eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up prey. This time, none of them smiled. “You came back,” the woman said.

Every goddamned Blood Moon. Some time ago, it had somehow gotten to his Nana's ears, the utterly absurd and completely false notion that vampires could have human mates. That was when she'd started to bring all these girls into his home. One after the other, under the pretext of her needing help around the estate. It made him laugh at the silly idea. He was no shifter. There was no such thing as human mates for his kind. What would be the point of it anyway, seeing as they were also their primary source of nourishment? They could easily kill their own soulmates, provoke themselves an immense amount of grief. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He still let her have her way at first, allo

However, some blows still managed to hit them. So many vampires against the three of them... how could they win? Still, I could see how strong and fast the 3K’s were — too fast for my eyes to follow. I was speechless at how powerful they were. It was unexpected. Who really were those 3K’s? It was unbelievable. How could someone like them possess such strength? Still, I knew that no matter how strong they were, they couldn’t defeat these black witches. "Please, don’t hurt them. Let them leave," I said, begging the witches in front of me. Seeing Daxton being punched by the other vampires broke my heart. It was killing me. They shouldn’t be risking their lives here.

Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever get over this sight. It’s so grotesque. What if the humans have germs? Ew. The third vampire is done and is wiping her mouth, and when I see her, I realise who these vampires are. It’s Leslie, Estella and Katherine. Katherine is the one who is done, and she lights up when she sees me. “Oh, hey, Sofia, you’re alright!” she yells, and I think the whole palace heard her. Her sisters stop drinking, and they turn to me.

Didn’t pull away. She looked down at my hand for a second, then back at me, steady-eyed. That was enough. More than enough. She was still with me. “You’re not allowed to have a bunch of wives,” Natalie blurted out, completely out of nowhere. I blinked. “What?” “Dracula,” she said, like it was obvious. “He had wives—three of them—in that Van Helsing movie.” We both burst out laughing. Leave it to her to reference vampire pop culture in the middle of our reality check. This wasn’t a movie—but somehow, Natalie always managed to bring the absurd into perspective.

My father has allowed me to see him for two weeks in a row, and I adore him. Fresh. Do you realize how many wives your hubby has? My first lady, yes. How many women does he have, and do you know any of them? Yes, Prof Mayfair Boating, Prof Rosaline Derek, Lydia, Nora, Nancy, Beauty 1 Beauty 2 and Beauty 3, Jeeta, and the almighty My First Lady, Angel Barbara. All the ladies look up to you because you lead them. I would not be an exception to my professor.

It was the heirloom of the clan's mistresses, and it had once been mine. "Distinguished guests," Miles raised his glass. "Thank you all for attending Vivienne's coronation. I especially want to thank my wife, Isolde, for her grace and her blessing." "I am confident Vivienne will bring wonderful changes to our clan." Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. The same vampires who once bowed to me were now smiling fawningly at Vivienne. Vivienne stood in the spotlight, her eyes glistening with tears. "I also want to thank my sister."

What made him so famous was that his paintings looked just like real photographs. As I walked on, near the end of the corridor, I saw a familiar face. Leonardo Elliot! Even Spencer’s got a picture of the Vampire Duke hanging in their house. That was definately a sign of his unshakable authority. Before Jenna died, she cursed and threatened me that her incredibly powerful Vampire fiancé would stop at nothing to hunt me down, and now it seemed that her curse would come true soon. Leonardo Elliot, the most proud and self-esteemed ancient Vampire, would never choose to believe me on Jenna’s death.

Elle pov They say beauty is what lies inside but why does this world always make me feel the opposite. I mean I don't mind not getting attention from any guy out there, but I do mind being called ugly again and again. Ugly duckling is what he calls me and every time he uses this world something hits my insides. I mean don't husbands usually call their wives darling ,baby cupcake ,sweetheart or other sugarcoated appealing words like that? "Ma'am, are you listening?"

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.