My Vampire Husband Is Trapped In Hell Novels & Stories

I rolled down the glass of my car and aimed my gun at the security guard who was dumbstruck looking at me. Flicking twice the metal at his way, I indicated him to open the gate. "Fast." He shuddered under my command and immediately press the unique code. It opened and I looked at the rare view mirror to find some of the guards of my husband speeding towards my direction. The gate of freedom was open and now nothing can stop me leaving this hell. Yes, it’s a mansion of hell with him as devil. He built this cage where every night he traumatized my heart and body.

Part of the reason I'd defied my father and chosen a vampire was because I truly believed in their nature. Vampires were loyal to their mates—forever. I had desperately wanted that kind of marriage, that kind of love. I'd believed that one day, Jason would feel the same. But I was wrong. He'd married me under duress, and all he wanted was a hybrid heir. Every way I'd tried to please him only made him despise me more—a clingy woman who couldn't even produce a child. To disgust me and make me give up sooner, he'd never even bothered finding a steady companion. Instead, he brought a different woman home every time.

Keelin's face was white. She did not want to die, and she did not want to die like that. “Calm down.” Lars' voice turned unusually gentle. “How can I be calm right now!” Keelin almost shouted. The person she loved with all her heart, the husband who lived with her for three years was a vampire, a bloodsucker to maintain life. So, tell her how to calm down. Keelin sobbed in helplessness. “Please Lars… I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have seduced you, shouldn't have tied you up, shouldn't have used that first night to take away your freedom… shouldn’t love you…”

hurt you two just hand over what belongs to me.” He said in a calm collected tone. That pretentious jerk! How dare he call me by the name only my niece used for me. I felt my heart twinge at the thought of Olivia and then a heat of anger washed over my body causing my ears to burn. I just knew they were red and probably so was my whole face. That’s when I felt the warmth of a hand touch mine. I made eye contact with my husband and he gave me a small smile. Behind his eyes I could see the sadness. He knew we had a slim chance to make it out alive and this might be the last time we are together. I smiled back at him and I mouthed “ I love you” he said it back to me and we both turned our atte

I stated and glanced at her. “And?” she asked and I smiled at her. “And he met a wonderful girl before immediately married her. He was scared she will leave him and got her tied to himself because he wanted her forever. More than that he was scared of losing her like everyone else. Everything was fine again and his father already passed away way before and even his wife got pregnant. But then started a whole game of flowers, incidents and photos which pointed out of that wife having an affair along with his mom’s words. The past contempt showed it’s face that everyone does everything for money and didn’t want to be in the place of his mother. So, he threw that person out. But then tried to f

There was a short pause before the demon decided to speak. "I'm quite confused. The Adrian we met in the cafe, your ex fling, and the vampire Adrian that was your husband... They aren't the same person?" "Yes. Adrian Vladimir Tepes, my husband, died 200 years ago. I killed him. Adrian the pest Dracyul is my still alive ex. They're two different people." "Vampire Adrian... Did you... Have sex?" Aleister asked, making the maiden chuckle.

There was to be no deviation from the established rule. "The ruinous impact of shameless individuals knows no bounds," the man muttered, his face heavy with gloom. He had exhausted every measure to prevent the encroachment of the bloodthirsty vampires upon their vicinity, yet it appeared that fate was not on his side. "Evelyn? Where is my wife?" He asked again, his voice laced with urgency. The mere thought of his beloved wife falling into the clutches of the undead sent shivers down his spine. The very notion was enough to make his blood run cold.

The Vampire Prince was still seated, watching us. His eyes glinted. I could see bruise marks covering parts of his exposed skin. He looked like he had been beaten by the claws of a beast. Then, letting a sigh escape his lips, he continued, "Maybe that’s what you’re telling yourself to feel less guilty. Well, don’t bother, as your husband is already having fun in a different pack—with a different woman." George? My husband? No, Dexter must be making this up. "Uhm, what’s that her name again?" he snapped his fingers, his eyes closed before they shot open almost immediately. "Irikah," he smiled at his reveal.

And for the sake of everything, Shada had to protect the fact that Demian was a vampire. Ever since Shada had told her about the dream and the kissmark, and after giving her the advice to open the door, Ruth hadn't really asked about Demian anymore. Even after Demian confessed to being a vampire, Shada had not told Ruth about it. If Ruth had arrived earlier than Shada, she might have been afraid of Demian. "Hmm... yes, Ruth. I'm going home now." Shada replied while glancing at Max who was now glaring at her in disbelief. She immediately hung up the phone stiffly.

“No, but…why don’t you just make me and leave me? Then you can go be with your love.” “I can’t do that. When a male vampire takes a bride, she becomes his…I can’t explain it, I’ve never experienced it myself, I’ve only seen it and heard the stories.” “Oh, you’ve never made…” “Never.” “I have one last question." "Be quick about it." He sounded impatient, and kept looking at his watch. Will it hurt?” “Yes,” he said bluntly.