Vampire Obsession Novels & Stories

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

She asked in surprise looking at the dead wolves all over. Cathy was still crying over June's body. I still had the heart of the wolf in my hand. My eyes were emotionless. I was standing still. I crushed the heart that was in my hand. They were shocked by looking at the havoc that took place a few minutes ago. "I can't believe it. Don't tell me she killed them alone?" Lia asked with surprise again. "But how can an omega kill the general of the Sapphire's base? And these many wolves alone?" Dylan examined one dead wolf and stated.

But what Noah felt now was no longer just obsession, it was anxiety. Because Noah knew exactly what would happen when a new vampire began to lose control of his thirst for blood. And they didn’t have much time left.

“ Call Lilac here to clean the mess in my room. “ The man was slightly stunned when he heard the voice of his young master. Dye on the other hand was calm after going out of his room. “ Right away young master. “ His face was sharp and could definitely drag everyone’s attention. No doubt that his parents were both considered as the beauty of each classifications. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and blew the smoke in front of the man's face. As soon as it goes in inside the man's nostrils, the smell of blood was obvious. Although the man in white was also a vampire, but facing one of the highest rank could make you tremble in an instance. He was also tall but his master was taller and

I couldn't ignore the ominous feeling that the outcome would be far from favourable. As I reflected on the unfolding events, the truth became clear—I could see the disaster looming ahead. My fears intensified, especially with Chester and his ruthless ways in the picture. Among vampires, he was the cruellest, driven not only by bloodlust but also by a thirst for power and manipulation. He held dominion over his coven, reigning above all others, and his life revolved around enforcing his rule.

He only wanted her and only her. How could he be so blind all this time without knowing that this girl was the right one! He was strangely attracted to her body... her smile, her personality... HER... Was he doing something forbidden? Yes, he knew it, but he couldn't help it! It wasn't because werewolves were always hot, but because this envy of her became like an obsession, like torture to him. It looked as if Hayley was smiling in her sleep, which melted Dylan's heart, and he shuddered.

He loomed over her, his expression ice cold. Is this how he claimed his victims. Is this how they crumpled and caved? Claiborne seemed to exert an invisible overwhelming pressure. She felt small, cornered, and overpowered. A small rodent in the clutches of a deadly viper. “No,” Edwina whispered. She let her gaze drop to his lips and breathed in his scent. Mint, bourbon, and a hint of the tea he had been served in the Blue Room. She wanted to lean forward and let that scent surround her, but with a burst of willpower, she dragged her eyes back to his and continued her rebellious glare.

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

Kryon watches, his vampire still very much near the surface as he hisses roughly. “Is she?…” Dr Tallon has to stifle his urge to moan, the taste of her blood getting more and more addictive each time; however, the concentration of what he smelt and felt from the syringe to what he tastes in her blood makes him frown. Making a note to keep an eye on Dr Tallon, Kryon manages to pull back on his vampire and say. “What did you find?”