Vampire Romance Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Casual questions, maximum sarcasm. To cousin Lila at breakfast: “Any vampires hanging around lately? Tall, fast, good stationery taste?” She choked. “What? No. That’s Northern pack crap. Why?” I shrugged. “Curious.” To a warrior during training: “Hypothetically, if a vampire saved someone from drowning, would he leave a note or just bite and run?” He laughed. “Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.”

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as she watched him, they changed color to a light green. Caitlin sat up straighter, and saw that her glass of red wine was still full. She took a sip, and it warmed her. She hadn’t eaten in a while, and went right to her head. She saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and she remembered her manners. “Can I pour you some?” she asked, then added, nervously, “that is, I mean, I don’t know if you drink—” He laughed. “Yes, vampires drink wine, too,” he said with a smile, and came over and held the glass while she poured.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

“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.

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.

Eva shook her head at her with a smile, knowing how much she loved her books. They went to the nearest bookshop and Angelica walked around looking for a book to spark her interest. As she looked around, one finally caught her attention. It was the title that attracted her. 'The monster is me' Feeling strangely drawn to it, she strode toward the shelf without tearing her gaze away from the book. She reached her arm out to grab it but ended up grasping someone's cold hand. She turned her head to see who was interested in the same book as her and saw a face covered in scars. "Lord Rayven."

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.

“ I do not mind being king , however I can not accept the marriage alliance you have set up for me . Princess Victoria deserves to be with someone who love and cherish her . “ I respond to my uncle who pours himself a glass of whiskey with ice. He does not offer me a drink which means he is certainly not pleased with me or the decision I want to take . “ You are going to marry Princess Victoria and you will shower her with all the love she needs ! She will bear you a lot of children who will help secure your lineage and position in the kingdom . I am not asking you but commanding you ! “ My uncle responds to me with so much rage in his tone. He clinches his fist tight after hitting the whisk

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.