Possessive Vampire Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

It looked familiar even though I couldn’t place it. “Magnificus,” he purred, red eyes roaming over Storm’s form with a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. “It has been a long time, My Beloved. You look just as stunning as ever.” Creed snarled at him calling her his beloved. Beloveds were essentially the vampire-equivalent of mates. It was a claim, either fated or chosen. And one that this asshat had no rights to. There was no warning before she shifted back into my form, flames covering our nakedness. She remained forward as she stood up to my full height.

" A gush was flowing from her beautiful eyes. He was surprised. His grip was not hard. Suddenly it flashed in his mind. She was a normal human being. How could she bear his hardness? He quickly let go of her face. She put her hands on her cheeks. "Remove your hand," he commanded her. He moved towards her. She shook her head in denial. "I don't want to repeat myself." He removed her hand and looked at her face where the marks were. Her beautiful face was turning red. Her eyes were red with embers flowing. He suddenly leaned towards her and starts sucking her lips. Her breath became heavier. There was also intensity in his touch which was beyond the reach of such a delicate human being. Her br

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

IF THE MATE BOND HAS BEEN STRENGTHENED TO NEAR COMPLETION BY CLOSE PROXIMITY BUT NOT COMPLETED A REJECTION MAY CAUSE THE WOLF TO DIE IF IT ISN’T STRONG ENOUGH. This information is a little unsettling, especially the warning at the bottom, I am no werewolf but our connection has been there since she was 7 and has only gotten deeper over the past few months with her shift and everything that has been happening. I then switch to the Vampire book and find the section that I require and then read. (EXTRACTION FROM THE BOOK OF VAMPIRE) REJECTING ONE'S BELOVED - VAMPIRE TO VAMPIRE. This is very rare a Vampire rarely finds their beloved.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."

“You’re nothing but trouble, sneaking in here when I didn’t give you permission.” “I know.” “I came here to get away from you. Figured you wouldn’t come looking.” “I know.” “Do you know why I’m hiding from you, Ria?” He pushed my hair to one side, leaning over until his lips hovered right above my neck. His breath along my flesh sent shivers down my spine, my back arching and grinding against his hardened length beneath me. “When vampires drink, it elicits arousal,” he muttered lowly. I gasped when his teeth scraped against my throat, right over the artery. “We prefer to drink while we fuck, and the scent of your blood…”

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, my pussy still pulsing from the receding orgasm. The vampire darted his possessive gaze between my face and my glinting pussy. Then he pounced. He lifted my ass in the air. With a growl, he pushed his thick, hard crown into my entrance. Pain radiated into me as my narrow entrance tried to fit him, as his cock stretched me. He kept pushing in two more inches and stopped there. The pain washed away as pleasure rocked through me. “I won’t go in any deeper, but I need to have my cock in your tight pussy that I’ve dreamed about fucking for a century,” he hissed. “I won’t fuck you fully and claim you as mine before I’m worthy of you.”

Isla cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as she rode the wave of his passion. He held her tightly, his grip possessive as he drove deeper and deeper. Isla felt herself spiraling out of control, the world dissolving into a kaleidoscope of sensations. She reached for him, her fingers tangled in his hair, as the crescendo built, threatening to consume her. “Tell me, sweetheart, do you like this?” Vincent’s question came after he broke their kiss, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of desire and possessiveness. His eyes, usually warm and playful, now held a darker intensity, a primal hunger that sent shivers down her

No one would take her away from him if he could help it. He could feel her need for him to couple with her and there was nothing more he wanted to do right now. She looked so lovely within his hands, submitting to him like this. Panting, he reluctantly pulled his shaft from between her swollen lips. George lifted her onto the bed and lay between her naked, creamy thighs. He couldn’t resist scoring her inner thighs with his fangs. His bite on her throat warned off any other interested vampires, but the taste of her life’s blood had changed, and he could no longer get enough of it.