Novel & Cerita Vampire Snack

The woman throat bobbed, and Jonathan chuckled against the skin before moving on, He glanced up at Allen just before taking a nipple into his mouth. While there was some sensitivity in the nipples and many women found it erogenous, it was not going to send anyone over the edge . . . unless the person sucking on it was a Vampire Price. He allowed his magic to thread through his mouth, his saliva and tongue, coating the thin pink skin there in a cocktail of sensory chemicals that had the other man's pupils blowing out as they were absorbed into his body. "What . . . what is that? Should it?" Allena asked, confusion catching in her words.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

"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."

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

“Those who have stolen vampire offspring, so you needn’t feel guilty.” I stopped walking and pulled the scent of the blood deep into my lungs. My body hummed with anticipation, stomach cramping. I closed my eyes and took a swallow, then another, and another. I didn’t stop until I drank all of the blood. I wiped my mouth, not caring for the taste of it.

My lips parted as he spoke, but the fact that he was getting me something to eat made me very happy. In addition to the fact that he was using his only break to get it for me. My eyes furrowed as a realization hit me. Not once do I remember any of the vampires leaving their station during a blood collection. "I didn't know that you guys got breaks," I spoke after a while The edges on Nico's lips curled up into a smirk. "We don't."

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.