Rosario Vampire Moka Rosario Novels & Stories

Blood pulls from the small cut and before Rosa could react, Vadim slammed his lips on hers. Her eyes widen and she tries all her might to fight him but when she felt his blood slowly entering her mouth, filling it to a brim despite its small cut, she moaned, eyes squint and forced to swallow the thick metallic salty liquid. She had thought she would vomit the liquid out and too bad for Vadim to swallow his shit back but nothing like that ended up happening. In fact, what she sees made her question who Armand Makkari really was...

That was what attracted Rosy and she took him close since her main focus was on wine although she had knowledge of others, he could be her PA or frontman when she felt it wouldn't be safe for her to attend. Rosy asking him for a detail of the wine he tasted at Ruserick means she has something in mind. “Okay boss, I will send it to you soon.” He ended the call. In less than an hour, Mahon sent everything to her including the one with a little bit of water added. ‘Kendrick Madavaski watch out for what's coming behind you,’ she said out loud, smiling mischievously.

“He wants you. That much is apparent and if you listen to your heart you know you want him. Your brain can make infinite scenarios both good and bad, that doesn’t make any truth. The only way to know what could be is to find out for yourself. Letting your fears control you keeps you from living.” “When did you get so wise?” I chuckle. “I have a lot to think about. Let’s bring those roses in and get them all in water. I don’t think we have enough vases, thankfully, this was Auntie Rosa’s room. Well, hers and mami’s, but Auntie has a stash of empty jars in the closet hiding spot.” I smile as I open the closet door and move the panel hidden in the top, my auntie must have discovered it a long t

There, he activated a mechanism in the bookshelf, and a secret door immediately opened. Matthew turned to Emilia and softly said, “Let’s go.” As they entered, the door slammed shut behind them, the sound startling Emilia. Soon after, the warm yellow light from the wall lamps flickered on. The light seemed comforting, yet it couldn’t dispel the metallic and gunpowder scent in the air. Emilia quickly realized where the smell was coming from, for before her stood a rack of weapons. Some were handheld fighting weapons, while others were heavy arms that could not be used by a single person.

The whole event is moving forward with dark, military formality—first the host barks out the opening rules of the Valoria Ridge territory, then the dangerous executioners and elder witnesses get introduced one by one under the red torches. But the entire blood ritual strikes my inner wolf as an absolute, ridiculous joke because Master Luciano actually ordered his beta guards to roll out a life-sized, faceless wax statue of the legendary ghost assassin and painter known across the borders as Rosa. My lips twitch hard as my chest fights to suppress a huge, bubbling laugh at the massive irony.

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.

"I need you to check out some plates and find their owner for me. The car was a Black Porsche, late model. Spotted at the hospital right about yesterday morning. Partial plate: starts with 'VIM'—fitting, doesn't it?" The last one was meant for myself. I would be damned if VIM did not refer to Vincent Moreau. VIncent Moreau.

The faster he did everything, it would be easier for him to return to the vampire world and make Phil happy. In the meantime, Becca had completed unpacking. Vanessa entered the room, saying, “Sorry, roomie. My errands took longer than I expected.” Becca was stuffing her mouth with Ferrero Rocher while looking over her new books by sitting on the chair. She looked at Vanessa and smiled, “No worries. Do you want some chocolate?” Vanessa shook her head in denial. “Actually, my boyfriend, Sebastian hates chocolates so I prefer to not eat them.” “You have a boyfriend?” Becca asked with a shocked look covering her face.

Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldn’t be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. “What will it be guys?” he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? “I will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are having” Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didn’t know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money it’s a whiskey.

They’re both fully clothed but the woman’s head is tilted back as she moans. Is this normal here? It makes me sick and angry. Luther is busy looking down at his phone, his thumb moving around on the screen as he pays no attention to the room at all. And Matthias is leant back on the sofa, drinking from a glass of brown liquid which I can only assume is whisky or bourbon. So vampires drink alcohol too.