Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

THE NEXT DAY ok everyone get up,hey you girl get up I got up what will I do this is my life now Hey everyone,time for your breakfast I walk like everyone,eat like them until bully came Hey bitch what you eating Look like a mad man just call a mad girl bitch Hey watch your mouth Hahaha we are all crazy right what to shut for ,crazy people don't shut up we talk Before I know it I was hit on my face I saw blood Now I think you will have to shut up Before he knew it I jump on him and but his ears off The nurse and security came running in, everyone was scared Ha ha she bite my ear off Hahaha not who is a bitch,I just took your ear off and you know what I feel good hahahaha,I was push down and wa

"Fine. But if this coffee is bad, I'm hexing you." "Completely fair." The cafeteria at Ravenbane was massive and mostly empty at this hour, all high stone ceilings and long wooden tables that probably had seen some genuinely unsettling magical events. I steered us past the main breakfast line and through a door most students hadn't figured out yet — the professors' side kitchen, which a second-year vampire girl had shown me approximately forty minutes after I'd arrived on campus because I had that kind of face. I poured us both something from the proper espresso machine. Calla wrapped both hands around the mug, took one sip, and closed her eyes.

Brandon settled on a sofa, and they mirrored him by sitting on the other sofa in the room to face each other. “Now—” Brandon began, but was interrupted as a beautiful redhead handed him a cup of coffee and left two more cups for the guests before moving away but not leaving the room. “Oh, thanks, my love. Ah…delicious. Nothing like a good Mexican black coffee.” “Well, if you’re a fan of bitter coffee, I recommend trying the ‘vampire coffee’ they sell on 60th Street. It has a weird name, but it’s delicious,” Nicholas suggested as he took a sip from his own cup.

He put his hands up, “I’m sorry Amanda! It wasn’t a threat. Now stop dissing my dislike of coffee.” Amanda growled but retreated grumbling about incompetence. I sipped my coffee with a grin on my face, “Well, looks like we’re gonna have a fun day.” “It’s not my fault she practically insulted the moon goddess with whom she was given for a mate,” he threw his hands up. He was definitely taking this more seriously than it was intended. “I mean coffee is weird and vampires don’t normally eat or drink mortal foods. We survive off blood.” I shrugged, “It’s whatever. I practically live off coffee.”

She asked if there was anything I needed, and while I shook my head, Victor nodded with a wink, but I dragged him out of there before he could even do anything with her. Now we’re sitting in a cafe next to the bank where Soph works, waiting for her, with Victor yawning as though he’s been sitting here for hours when it’s only been five minutes. The cafe is small and dainty, with a flower theme that’ll rival a flower shop. There are even live butterflies, flapping their beautiful wings and landing on flowers as visually appealing as they are. I can’t help but think the theme is the main reason why Victor has a problem being here.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

It's been seven failed job attempts so far in one day, and I don't have any cash on me at this point which makes things even more complicated. There are few vampires here with their pale skin and dark eye circles selling them out. They're five in number, three boys and two girls dressed in all black like rock stars, but they seem to be monitoring everything going on in the cafe, perhaps looking for a human who they'd feast on later.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I heard it's because they suspect she has something to do with vampires. As soon as Henry finished speaking, his phone rang. One of the guests attending Anatole's party secretly took a photo of Lucasta and Samson and sent it to Henry, asking if Henry knew the daughter of the president of Workday, and asking Henry to introduce him to work together. - Sir, look, Lucasta has transformed into Calantha and has come to Anatole's party. – Henry quickly gave the phone to William. William's face became red because he was so angry. If Samson is in France, then who is that vampire?