My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires Wiki Novels & Stories

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

"No, it's impossible. My mom can't be dead. Ashton! The one who got stabbed was supposed to be your mother! My mom is alive and well! It's you! You two teamed up to lie to me, didn't you?" Her voice was shrill, shaking with hysterical denial. Upon hearing that, Mom shook with pure rage. She marched over and slapped Elaine hard across the face. "Elaine Russell! Do you want me dead that badly? I have always loved you like my own daughter, and yet… You're standing here wishing death upon me!" The slap seemed to jar Elaine slightly closer to reality. She didn't waste time arguing. She frantically pulled out her phone and dialed Olivia's number with trembling fingers.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Viola. You should be honored! A man like that asking for a nothing like you?" She dropped her hand, the fake pout melting back into wicked amusement. "Though, I did hear something a little... tragic. Do you even know who Giovanni Belladonna is? Do you know about the others?" Viola shook her head, dread already seeping into her veins. "Others?" Vanessa took a slow step closer, as if savoring the moment. "His wives," she whispered. "Giovanni has been married three times before. Three wives. All dead."

“Victor wasn’t like that.” “This is the worst thing about you; you believe Victor and Fredden while I found out other things. See things from a new lens; you won’t get far away if you don’t accept that. I know of your past with them but you can’t keep believing them. Let me tell you the true faces of the Jamaerah; The king has three wives. Supposedly, the late queen was one of them and now two remained still alive but in the dungeons…” “I am not interested in that. I understand the things you said about the Jamaerah but they don’t seem like that. I lived between the siblings since I was young…”

Her skin crawled. When lightning illuminated the room again, Scarlet caught another glimpse of the three strange, white-haired women. She realized that they were pacing in a circular motion around her. She reached out and tried to grasp one of the women’s arms, but they moved too quickly for even super vampire speed. “She is in love,” another voice said, distinct from the first but equally as disconcerting. “It is an obsession,” the third voice contested. Her voice was the most terrifying of them all. It was raspy, painful just to listen to, like acid burning flesh.

I asked as he started to wag his tail before it dropped. “There was once a young lady who had three siblings, two boys and a girl. One day, their mother who was a powerful witch turned three of her four children into the first vampires in history because she was a curious being. Her vampire children could not forgive her for turning them into creatures that had to feed on their kind to survive so their mother ran away without a trace. The siblings all went their ways, creating more of what they were and spreading the circle except one.” I narrated as I stroked his fur.

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."

She starts to cry again. "Do you want to know what hurts about being a female vampire? I see all these beautiful and strong mortal women like Rihanna, Beyoncé, Michelle Obama, Simi, Sade, Zendaya, and many more. Do you want to know what they all have in common?" She asks. "What?" He asks.

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.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”