Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

Derrick teased. Velvet wine is a company Raymond founded himself. The vampires were known to consume blood, it was a big part of their diet, one that contributed to their strength, just like their fuel. Raymond noticed it was stressful for Vampires to always go hunting for animals every time they needed blood so he introduced velvet wine. He extracted a quantity of blood from animals without killing them, he bottled them up and stored them in such a way that they remained fresh. Velvet special came in when some of the high elite in fang city started complaining that they didn't want to share the same drink with the commoners, they asked for a different brand to be made for them to respect th

She was sure Mister Vero would want to unpack every item he bought with fascinations and enthusiasm. "Deal, but I will have to unpack them tomorrow. We should have that wine and try these glasses that we had from our first trip to the supermarket. This needs a celebration, you know?" Denny replied with a grin as he pulled the box of wine glasses. It was only a pair of wine glasses with a print on each. One says, "You're my person..." while the other pair says "...and I'm yours." with hearts shaded with red colors on it. "I will get the wine," Denny exclaimed excitedly as he walked to his modern-style wine cellar.

–Ciro laughed as he pulled out a seventy-five reserve. -Too many people for my taste. - He turned around, uncorking the bottle with great ease. Making it clear that his strong arms were not just for show. He poured wine into two Savarovski crystal glasses, the finest and most expensive crystal in the world, and handed one of them to Bethany. The woman inspected them with extreme attention, admiring their elegant design. It was the first time she had seen such splendid art figures in her home. -There's wine outside too. - Bethany said hastily.

I saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and I remembered my manners. “Can I pour you some?” I 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 I poured. I was surprised. Not by his words, but by his laugh. It was soft, elegant, and seemed to fade smoothly into the room. Like everything else about him, it was mysterious. I looked up into his eyes as he raised the glass to his lips, hoping that he would look back into mine.

It held a silver tray and a line of crystal goblets, each filled with a dark red liquid that gleamed like garnets in the torchlight. Wine. One of the teenagers sucked in a breath. “They actually—” The cocky guy in the puffer vest let out a short laugh. “Seriously? They warn us not to drink the wine and then put it right here?” He stepped toward the table. “That’s not even subtle. Whoever wrote this needs a new job.” His hand reached out, fingers curling around the stem of a glass. A flash of motion—faster than I would have thought possible from someone her age—and the older woman’s hand slapped his wrist away.

Vincent hummed beside him. Benji nodded and his mate explained. "Light red is for fledglings, dark red is for royals and elders and deep red is for everyone else." "So dark red for you?" Vincent shook his head at Benji's question. "I just ate so I'm full. Besides, no meal can compare to you," the vampire winked at him and Benji rolled his eyes. Vincent chuckled before he continued. "But we also drink the most expensive wines and eat the most expensive shit. If I must confess, vampires are very classy."

Just enough to make him bump into the side table when he goes to sit down. The small sound of his irritated sigh is music to my ears. And of course, there’s the wine. Valentine, unlike most vampires, appreciates a fine vintage. He doesn’t touch human food, but he does enjoy the complexities of a well-aged wine. So, I start replacing his favorite bottles with cheap, watered-down substitutes. The look on his face when he takes a sip of what he expects to be a rich, velvety red, only to find it’s basically grape-flavored water, is priceless.

She had four bottles of wine, a small bucket of ice cubes and two glasses. "What's the use of the wine now?" I asked, seated in front of the dresser, admiring myself. Nyra had let my wavy hair down and applied just a little bit of strawberry-flavoured lip gloss. It wasn't too much, but it definitely wasn't how I normally looked, with my hair constantly in a messy bun. "You'll take as many glasses as you need to get just a little tipsy." "Nyra, werewolves don't get easily drunk," I reminded, fighting off a smile.

She sat by the couch and let the vampire inhaled the smokes coming out from the old witch’s hand. She saw the vampire, Luka, opening her eyes slowly. Marquise walked to the table at the corner, she sniffed the glasses which put there, one glass was empty and the other one was untouched. She opened the cabinet and took out the bottle with thick red liquid from it.

I approached her and took the glass from her hand, surprising her with my action, but I ignored her reaction and smelled the glass. It smelled like blood. I looked at my father, calmly sipping his tea. "Dad, what are you planning? Answer me honestly and stop beating around the bush," Gabs seemed nervous about my actions, but if I didn't confront my father, I wouldn't be able to guess his intentions. "Huh? I don't have any plans, you know. Isn't it natural for him to drink a little blood if he wants to love a vampire like you?" she said, standing up while still holding the glass, twirling it in her hands.