Vampire Ruby Dishes Mga Nobela at Kwento

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

CHAPTER 11 DAX’S POV “I don’t like you, Dax. I don’t like people that hurt me” Ruby’s slurred words when she was half-conscious kept on playing in my head like a broken record and it broke me just as many times as I remembered her saying them to me before she passed out. They said a person’s true colors showed when they were either drunk, sedated, angry, or desperate, and well, Ruby was angry at me. Coupled with her being half-conscious, I could tell that she meant what she said.

After reaching the top, my eyes widened at the elegant design and arrangement of the round table a few steps from the jacuzzi. There are small rose-shaped candles on the side of the table, and on the floor, with a sweet smell coming from their smoke. The pasta and grilled salmon on the table also looked delicious and were plated beautifully. "Do you like it?" Dyrroth asked from behind me, his mouth only an inch away from my ears. I couldn't answer right away from the surprise. Why does it seem like a date? "Is there a problem, Ruthie?" he asked in his deep voice when I didn't respond.

Balancing the tray onto one palm, I reach the other to open the door whilst fussing over the unstable tray mocking my strength. "I brought you your meal, and I hope you have an appetite now...." My voice trails off and the door continues to expand open inwards from my push. What has my eyes expanding with the gravest shock that freezes the blood pumping in my veins, is the gruesome scene of the crimson-haired stranger feasting savagely on the neck of a palling and faintly struggling woman in a growing pool of blood on the floor. He's a Vampire!

Before she could ask anything, he was gone. Violetta's hands fidgeted as she thought whether or not she should touch the part of the chest he was bitten at the risk of her getting an infection. "Oh no, what should I do? I've never seen a vampire bite before…" her hands nervously shook in mid air. Tyler then grabbed her hand and Violetta froze, "Lily, is it really you?" Tyler was hallucinating and Violetta was panicking. "General, please snap out of it. I'm trying to help you...you have to snap out of it." Her voice shook.

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

Damon hasn't come to visit me since that night and I didn't want to stay in my room wondering where the hell he could be. "Plus he's white," she added making me look at her confused. "What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "When did white boys get so sexy?" she exclaimed making me chuckled a little bit. That was true if I were to look at Ryan, the statement stod with him. He was undeniably attractive and his personality was a bonus. He was definitely someone's dream boy. The waitress served our main dish. I had ordered a medium-rare steak with salad and Destiny had the fall-off-the-bone ribs with sweet potato fries. The taste of both of the meals was exquisite. I couldn't help my

"Yes. This is definitely something I can eat." "It smells nice, Ivy." Royce says, taking a seat. "I think I saw some plates inside; I will—" "I will go get it." Darius and Royce move at the same time. Returning in a flash. "O—kay. Thank." I serve everyone. Then for myself. "Hah..this tastes nice." Royce moans loudly. Ruby gives him a disapproving glare, and his mouth clamps shut. Cute!! *************** Werewolves may be very scary, but they are also equally amazing.

He handed her the menu. “I’ve never eaten at this restaurant before, but judging by the dishes, it should be delicious,” she said, her eyes sparkling at the illustrated menu items. Ruby ordered salmon sashimi, tuna, a spicy raw fish salad, enoki mushrooms sautéed in butter, and various types of sushi. When she looked up at him, she slowly closed the menu. “That will be all for now.” “Why are you looking at me? Why don’t you order more?”