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“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!”

"The most eligible bachelor in America is getting married! Yes, Malcolm Baal, coven master of north American vampires, billionaire inventor of artificial blood and CEO of Baal corporation Industries has announced his engagement. And you'll never believe who the lucky bride is! Stay tuned!" Another commercial started, this one for a special vampire toothpaste, guaranteed to whiten your fangs or your money back. Arthur wondered if there were vampire ladies at home, bawling their evil eyes out because superbachelor Malcolm Baal was marrying someone else. The whole thing sounded too weird. Could vampires actually fall in love? And where would they make their marriage vows? Surely, demons didn't

“Make yourself cum.” Happily, Rhett thought as he gripped himself. He felt the fission pass through Talen’s c-ck and knew that the vampire was holding off on his own orgasm, waiting for Rhett to join him. Rhett groaned out his warning before the burn passed through him, and he wrestled off the c-ck ring in order to direct his cum over Talen’s legs as he swallowed the spill of the vampire’s cum down.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

Below me in the combined kitchen family room, what furniture isn’t ablaze is broken and I can hear more of them are in the house. “Mattie!” I flatten myself against the wall, narrowly dodging, as one of my sisters hurls a throwing star at a vampire at the opposite end of the hallway who was making her way towards me. It lands with a dull thud, and the vampire hisses in rage. Before she can do anything, the star lights up with bright white flame, a chemical reaction triggered by the magnesium powder coating it coming in contact with vampire blood. I start my urumi spinning, heading for the stairs. “How many are there, Jenny?”

"No, honey. Vampires get rid of their donors all the time. It hurts because you love him." I stared into the fire. I wasn't going to think about that. I didn't think about wanting to go home so badly that I could taste it, and I didn't think about how tired I was and how fucking sick I was of all this drama. But what I didn't want to stop thinking about was how badly I wanted out of this. There was a tentative knocking at my door that took my eyes away from the soothing flicker of the flames. Monica poked her head into the room. She was cleaned up and looking nice in a black pantsuit with no blouse beneath the jacket. Damn, how long had I been sitting here?

Maybe, he answered Vanessa's question at last, which she failed to hear as she was busy explaining things to Becca. All of a sudden, Alexander sensed something and a vampire jumped on Becca, trying to bite her. “Ah!” she screamed. Alexander ran to her in a haze and pushed the vampire roughly away from her. “Her blood is poisonous for us,” Alexander informed him. Vanessa looked at the male vampire, saying, “If you want to die, feel free to take a bite.” The male vampire grunted, “Fuck.” With that, he ran away. “I am happy that my blood is poisonous,” Becca mumbled and took out the flower Vanessa had put in her hair. “I have seen enough. Let’s see Insworthe Manor.”

he said gratefully. I nestled into the soft pillow while I watched him gracefully leave the room. My lover was a vampire. He was a vampire born of a human mother who taps into the human genes he has inherited from her to keep his vampirism at bay. How does that work? Quite well, obviously. I needed time to absorb and digest this information.