Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

" That will be 10 dollars please . " Jace hands over the money and grabs our drinks . " Let's sit here " He sits at a table for two and I join him . I grab my drink from him , it looks so creamy . Before having a sip , I lick some of the cream frosting on top and purse my lips . " Mmm this is really good ! " My eyes widen . I've never tried this before . Since Aeron was a vampire we usually avoided places with a lot of coffee and chocolate . We mostly just went to restaurants instead of cafes .

Aster: Behind the desk sat an impressive man. He was attractive, like all of them, with amazing white hair and the most unique eyes she had ever seen – icy, pale blue. Do vampires only transform good-looking people? She wondered. He looked strangely familiar, and when he spoke she had the uncomfortable feeling that she had heard his voice somewhere before. “Miss Montgomery,” he said, and his deep, gravelly voice sent shivers up and down her spine. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”

he asked. There! Right there! He asked me to join him for coffee, not blood. What vampire invited people to coffee? Since I didn’t know any actual vampires—and truly doubted their existence—I couldn’t answer. If you followed the steady descriptions of vampires in movies, on television, and in books, they drank blood— and maybe some booze— but not coffee.

Ciel Cafe is a two-story building located at the center of the city. With its modern futuristic design, this cafe was certainly a go-to place for those who love taking pictures. It was also a perfect place for people who wants- to break free from the clamor of the world. The first floor was a place reserved for the customers, while the second floor was; catered solely for their V.I.P customers. The pleasant sound of chime was; heard the moment Angelo opened the door of; the cafe. As soon as he was inside, Angelo looked for a two-seater seat- so that he and Cassandra could have a private conversation with each other later.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

Ignoring the burning spreading from my mark, I pull back onto the road. The burning of my mate mark only happened a few times over the next couple of weeks, and I seemed to be only about a day behind her as I walked into the service station and got the slightly lingering hint of her scent. I sit at the counter in the cafe side of the service station and order myself a coffee. I scan the room and take a deep breath. I take note that there are at least 4 other lower vampires within the station. My eyes flicker as Conner pushes to the front, as we pick up on their conversation,

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

—I look at the cake in his hands —Ah, I made a tres leches cake yesterday, I brought you both some. —Did you... make it? —Of course I did," he said with a smile, "I see... you're surprised because I'm a vampire.... —Well I... —Even though we are vampires doesn't mean we will be sitting around for decades waiting for time to come upon us —I felt embarrassed for what I said without thinking —I hope you enjoy it —she spins on her heels but turns her gaze back to me —I almost forgot, since you are now part of our family being the bride of my dread Antton, you are invited to a family dinner tonight.