Vampire Kisses Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

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.

She wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but she knew she had come too far to turn back now. Steve opened the door, and Celess gasped at what she saw. The room was filled with vampires, all of them staring at her with cold, calculating eyes. Some were beautiful, with smooth skin and perfect features, while others were grotesque, with twisted limbs and mangled faces.Steve took her hand and led her into the room, introducing her to each of the vampires in turn. Celess tried to keep her fear in check, but she couldn't help but feel like a mouse surrounded by cats.

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

My body tingled with his contact. I dragged in his scent and remembered the taste of him deepening the kiss. I nicked his lip with a fang, and blood coats my lips. He froze when my tongue ran smoothly over my lips, enjoying the taste of him. Very slowly, his fangs slid down. I saw he was conflicted with what we were doing, yet I was aroused beyond words. Excitement rocketed through me. I wanted him to know that. I kissed him deeply, and I raked my lip over his fangs so he didn’t have to. My warm blood coated both our lips and pooled in his mouth. He swallowed. Every part of him went hard.

he confessed, placing both hands beneath her jawline. "I'm happy that I got to touch you, and hold you, and kiss your lips. I'm glad that I made that choice when I did, the choice of giving up my godly grace so that I could become a vampire. I would gladly do it a million times over and over again, if it means that I get to meet you every single time," he softly said, planting another kiss on her lips. He pulled back to look at her as he held her face between his hands, his gaze roaming over her features in a way that made her blush. Tenderly, and with deep yearning.

She tilted Raven’s face up with gentle fingers. Their lips met. Not tentative. Not childish. Deep. Passionate. Victoria kissed her like she was pouring centuries of stillness into one stolen moment—slow, deliberate, stealing Raven’s breath until the world narrowed to the cool press of lips, the faint metallic sweetness of vampire skin, the thud of Raven’s own heartbeat echoing against Victoria’s unmoving chest. Raven’s fingers curled into the fabric at Victoria’s hips; Victoria’s nails grazed lightly against her scalp, sending shivers down her spine.