Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

"I only drink wine occasionally. Oh, and I only drink it my special wine glass." He took out his phone and showed her a picture of his wine glass. The stem and the rim of the glass were silver and the rest of it was glass. "Oh. Fancy, fancy." So, they stayed up talking throughout night and unknowingly fell asleep on the same bed.

I decided to finish it with a pair of blue tinted Bulgari sunglasses. As a vampire I needed no makeup but liked the look of glazed lips so I applied a deep burgundy gloss. I pulled back my golden brown natural that upon dying had twirled into coils that people spent hours trying to duplicate. I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself.

Or refuse and face consequences. "I need to think about this." "Of course. Take your time." Ashford stands. "I'll leave this contract for your review. And please, accept this gift. Token of Parliament's goodwill." He sets a bottle of wine on my desk. Expensive-looking. Red wine with fancy label. "Thank you. I'll review the contract and contact you." "I look forward to hearing from you." Ashford leaves. I stare at the wine bottle. Something about it feels wrong. Why would ancient vampire give me expensive wine as goodwill gesture?

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I stood up, trying to make my way to the door when I fell on the ground again. "What's wrong with me?" I started sobbing when a pair of strong hands carried me off the ground. "The effect of the wine hadn't worn out." He had a serious look on his face and his strong hands felt like petals on my skin. "I'll bathe you, I think that would help." He was taking me towards the bathroom. However I couldn't object. Vampire wines weren't like normal human wines. They were made to be much stronger. He took me to the bathroom, placed me in a bathtub and slowly took off my clothes. I could feel tension in the air as none of us spoke a word to each other.

The words slipped past her lips mindlessly as she headed for the door, not allowing George's desperate words to get to her, or the heart-wrenching cry that ripped through his throat and followed her into the hallway, until the door was sealed shut. "Enjoy the party." This time around, her voice trembled so much more than she thought it would. _____ _____ Vampires drank a different type of wine, one that was too strong for werewolves to handle. Zezi had only had a glass to wash down her misery, when it had all begun. It had started with clickings, sharp and distant sounds. They banished the music, as their dread washed over the instrumentalists and everyone. The air was eerily cold as the cli

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

Phil glared at Pristine and said, “Apparently, Pristine’s research was wrong. Becca doesn’t have the vampire potion and the potion is actually in the vampire world.” “But my theorie—” Pristine was roughly cut off by Phil. “How can the vampire potion be in the human world, Pristine? For God’s sake, admit that you made such a big mistake.” “But if Becca doesn’t have the potion, what about the poison in h—” Alexander stopped midway when he felt someone stomped on his foot with a high sharp-pointed heel. He snapped his head towards his right, where Vanessa was standing. “Just stay quiet,” Vanessa hissed as Phil scolded Pristine for quite some time.