Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

Demika chips in a rhetorical question that’s placed somewhere in-between sarcasm and curiosity. It is no news that the Vampyres don’t come out during the day. However, the Adam twins are different—they do come out whenever they wish, only, they decide not to, just to avoid unnecessary familiarity.

To find out what has been happening here, while I was gone and maybe I could even find out why Esther was so pissed. I put on some fresh clothes and went to Blacked Out a coffee shop near my apartment that was in fact blacked out making it a vampire safe hang out. There was a double door entry into the shop to limit any UV rays from coming inside, you could only open the one door after the other had shut completely. To humans, they just thought it was part of the gimmick. Once I was inside, I went up to the counter and ordered my usual Frappuccino and croissant. While I was waiting on my items, I took a look around the shop to see who was here today, then I spotted a vampire, named Ricky, in

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.

My eyes widened-he'd said it loud enough for others to hear. He caught my reaction and scoffed lightly. "Relax. Everyone here is one of us. You'd know that if you were fully transitioned." I let out a quiet breath and slid into the seat across from him. "Is this your place?" I asked, glancing around the cozy shop. He nodded. "Yeah. Vampires only really drink three things, blood, alcohol, and coffee. I figured I'd give them a place to enjoy at least one of those in peace. And talk."

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

We built our own. And we had. Our little café had become a gathering place for other supernatural beings living in the human world. We never advertised it, but they could sense what we were, just as we could sense them. A vampire who worked night shifts at the hospital was a regular. A pair of fae sisters had a standing order for our lavender scones. We created something uniquely ours.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

A girl in a white ruffled apron and a high ponytail asked. "We have your favorite cake in store, sir," she said, averting her gaze on her as if she just didn't ask for her order and as if he didn't just ignore them when he entered. "Really? Then I'll get two slices and coffee too, for her and mine," he smiled, motioning to Cleo. The girl bowed and said to wait while preparing their orders and Cleo silently groaned before simply looking around. The café has a retro and vintage vibe, thick books were piled on a bookshelf on the corner near the entrance and a painting of the sunflower of Vincent Van Gogh was placed beside it and another that looked like a lonely girl who has tears in her eyes.

If she’s worried about eavesdroppers, she already knows this is serious. I close my eyes and take another deep breath. “Do you mind if we move to a place where no one will hear?” She looks thoughtful for a minute, tapping her chin with her free hand. “Oh, yeah. There is a private chat room in this cafe. It’s sealed proof, tied by magical barriers so not even werewolf hearing senses can pick it up. It’s for high-level meetings. The owner of the cafe is a supernatural. You want to go there?” I nod my head quickly, the urgency thrumming through me. “Yeah, sure. Please.”