Novel & Cerita Vampire Money My Chemical Romance

she didn’t hesitate to speak. "Uche has just promised to give my only daughter to Medusa” “what..? He’s just kidding, he can’t do that. Right?” he asked trying to sound cheerful and turning to Uche who just kept silent. “What? Uche?” he asked again with his eyebrows up. “the vampire was here” he cut in “...with his Medusa army” “damn!” Roma cussed “what did he want?” “ he wanted a flash drive and he was desperate about it. We didn’t have it and he was going to kill us anyway, whether we had it or not so I just bought us sometime, Maggie and I”

Colour drained from my face. Before I could protest, before I could even think, Damien moved. A rush of wind hit my skin as he used his vampire speed, the entire world blurring around us. I barely had time to process what was happening before we reached his room. With effortless ease, he kicked the door open with his foot and stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat. The scent of his room was overwhelming—dark, musky, and intoxicating. The large bed in the centre of the room looked far too menacing now. My heartbeat refused to slow. Sweat beaded on my forehead as a chilling realization settled over me. I had just dug my own grave. The moment Damien stepped into his room with me in his a

“Add these to my tally then. But tell Jamie to turn her away when she comes for more money.” One of the vampires snickers. “Sure.” I know that means it’s not going to happen. They know that I will keep on paying off my mother’s growing debts. And loan sharks love regular customers. “As for why we’re here today,” the vampire holds out his hand, “the boss wants you to pay half the money upfront.” “I don’t have that kind of money,” I retort sharply. “If his intention is just to harass me for no reason, we have a contract in place, so no!”

She should feel weak when she sees me, her blood should sing for mine, just like when I see her. I found her inside, her face pale, eyes red-rimmed. The money I’d given her was on the table, untouched. The sight of her tears undid me. They flowed silently, catching the lamplight like liquid moonlight. Chasing the moon is the nature of a werewolf. And she was my moon, my pale, sorrowful moon, pulling at the very core of my being.

The reporters were intently watching the two of them quarrel before one of them finally spoke out. “It seems like we have some romance going on between another vampire and human.” As soon as those words left the reporters mouth, Emily scoffed in disbelief and kept making weird noises out of her mouth for straight out 5 seconds. “Well, you could say that we do have some intense chemistry-” Edward started, only to be cut off my Emily. “Yeah right.” Her words dripped in sarcasm and I watch Edwards smile instantly fall from his face. “Why? Think I’m not good enough for you, baby girl?”

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

I asked. “Um, some type of romantic vampire comedy. If that’s fine?” “Yeah, sounds great.” XXX

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Jaxon lowered his palms, and the dark red liquid shimmered in the moonlight. With trembling hands, he carefully poured a few drops into Tyler's mouth, hoping that the vampire blood would work its magic and restore him. As the blood went down Tyler's throat, a surge of energy flowed through his body. His eyes brightened, his color returned to his face, and his wounds started to close, healing quickly. The medicine was working. Jaxon's face showed relief and amazement as he saw the change. "It worked, Tyler!" he said in surprise. "You're going to be fine."

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."