My Vampire Husband Is Trapped In Hell นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His presence pressed in on me, cold and suffocating, and yet beneath it all, there was a familiarity that made my body tremble. “Just like before,” he whispered, stepping closer, his cold breath lingering at my skin. “You should come back. As my wife.” My mind spun, my heart shattered, my entire world collapsing around me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. I wanted to grab Ashley and escape. And yet… I couldn’t move. Every part of me was frozen, paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze, the certainty in his voice, the terrifying control he had over me.

Dayton’s impatience grew thin by the minute. “Alright. Let’s try that again,” he said before slamming the vampire’s head onto the counter. The wood splintered with a sickening crack, the vampire’s skull caving a hole through the surface. The blondes screamed, their heels clattering as they fled, their shrieks piercing the muffled bass. The whole section turned to us, eager to see what was going to happen next. It was a club. Nobody could interrupt us. “Where is my wife?!” Dayton barked at him. The vampire trembled in shock.

Jason was heir to the vampire throne, and abandoning a wife would look bad. Perhaps he just needed me to suggest to certain guests that we'd long since drifted apart. I understood that the warmth in the study earlier was nothing more than familiarity, just a faint reluctance to part with a substitute he’d grown accustomed to. The twinges of guilt gnawing at him were never love. That wasn't enough. It had never been enough to hold us together. The reception was held in an ancient manor on the vampire domain's grounds. The great hall blazed. Crystal chandeliers fell from above, giving every face an unreal, perfect beauty.

I was supposed to question the fact that he read my mind without hearing any words from my mouth, but I was more concerned about the fact he just said I couldn’t see my Gerome ever again. “But why?” I asked him. “You may not understand now Marylin, but you are not a human being anymore.” I looked at father Jacob more closely, had he gone mad? “I know it sounds absurd to you Marylin, but turning you into a vampire was the only way to keep you alive, and now that you are one, you can never see your husband or your family ever again.” I got up from where I lay and began walking out through the door. I would not stay there and continue to listen to father Jacob. Vampire, humph. Who did he think

Meanwhile, Henry is still reinstalling the systems inside the room to ensure that if Maris escapes from the cage, she will not be able to escape and will be burned by the light from the hidden crosses. At that time, she will crawl back into the cage to protect herself. After making a few provocative moves and humiliating her, William quickly left and Henry quickly followed him. Henry is not as calm as his boss. Even though the plan went perfectly and there were no mistakes, until now, his heart was still beating very fast. The appearance of the female vampire when she showed her true form made him extremely frightened. - Just give her a little blood to drink every day. Once we've finished de

"The Blood Blight has reached your heart, Isolde. If you don't ingest the Progenitor's Blood immediately, in three days, you will crumble to dust like a statue." I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the collar of my black velvet nightgown higher to cover the gray, petrifying patch on my collarbone. As Miles's wife, I had carefully nurtured our marriage for a century, until a fledgling vampire entered our lives. "Still angry?" The heavy wooden door to the bedroom swung open, and Miles strode in. He undid the top button of his collar, his gaze darted toward me, scanning me quickly before looking away.

Callum just stared at me, I could feel his hot breath in my neck. My neck! Soon, I felt the pain in my neck. Callum is sucking my skin….. Not to be dramatic but I think my husband is a Fucking Vampire!!!!!

said the man in front of me. I who heard what they said became afraid, and spontaneously I knelt down. I give up on things like this, I won't be able to survive now. "My husband, it seems she is indeed human. She is not a vampire. I will fetch holy water and water it, if she is hot then she is a vampire! ” "Oh well my wife, hurry and take the holy water. We will take care of this vampire girl here! " Then the wife of the man in front of me immediately entered their home, then immediately returned. She brought a small jar filled with holy water. Then she said "Husband, this is the holy water!"

Her lips were hot on his throat as the last feeble pulses of his life flowed into her. Who destroyed my wife. What vampire turned her? Damien sank down into undeath. Damien's corpse slumped in the hot tub style bathtub, his vampiress wife and murder still straddled him, convulsing in orgasm as she sucked the last drops of his blood from his neck. Scarlet spread through the steaming water.

As a result of this anger, my voice trembled when I said, “He was my husband.” Jasper almost choked on his coffee. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” “He was killed by a rogue vampire on our wedding night,” I offered with decisive bitterness. “She cut out the bastard’s heart,” Megan boasted. “Megan!” I gasped. Jasper smiled. “I’d do the same thing if someone raped me and then killed my husband. I apologize. I knew of the circumstances, but they neglected to inform me that you’d been recently wedded. That changes things.”