My Vampire Husband Is Trapped In Hell Novels & Stories

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.”

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

Lucian would wire a bomb to this man’s chest and watch him explode in the front yard. “I do. Not only would he kill you…but he wouldn’t be happy with me either.” His eyes narrowed. “Would he hurt you?” “I don’t know. He’s not usually violent with me, but he’s a very violent man.” “Not usually?” he asked, acid in his tone. I didn’t want to spend the evening being pissed off at my husband. I wanted a night of intense passion, intense fucking, and intense memories I could touch myself to later. “Anyway…it’s just tonight.”

He took off his glove and exposed his hand. Lifting up the husband’s shirt, he began to work with haste. Running his finger down his torso, the dark man sliced the husband open with ease and he began to bleed. Satisfied with his work, the dark man got up and walked away. The husband’s blood was pooling onto the kitchen floor. Shortly after the mysterious man left, the husband began to twitch and the wife took a breath of air. In the distance, the vampire could hear a new heart beat coming from the house he’d just left. The corner of his lip slightly turned upward as he continued on his way through the night.

Chances are, he already knew but didn’t say anything because he found the thought of this poor woman jumping up in the middle of the ceremony to object hilarious, and wanted to see a rabid wolf eat my pancreas for being a home-wrecker in front of the upper crust of Vampyre society. “—never heard of anything like it.” I halt abruptly, because— My husband. My husband is here, at the bottom of the stairs.

But from the other side of the hall came the stifled crying of one of the women. I followed the sound with my eyes. Not far off, a young couple clung tightly to each other. The husband a vampire, the wife a human, just like us. When the attack came, that vampire husband had pulled his wife into his arms almost before it began. And even with the danger past, he still hadn't let go. He bent to kiss her forehead, murmuring comfort to her over and over. “It's over now.” “Don't be afraid. I'm right here.”

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?

Violet pushed her husband to the front of the car. He sat in the driver's seat with his hands gripping the steering wheel. He contemplated ramming through the blockade, but the light bulbs in his head went off. "Fuck this," he exclaimed as he grabbed the driver's door and began to open it. "Marvin, I'm your wife," Violet pleaded. "Yes, but you're not worth my life," he stated, before shoving his hands up in the air and jumping out of the vehicle. "Asshole," Violet shouted at him.