Vash X Reader Novels & Stories

Vanshika "I won't taste your blood, because your blood is venomous." Vishal smiled at her and said, "Even if you tried to taste my blood, I wouldn't have let you do that." Vanshika "Now heal your hand." Vishal, "I will. I'm so proud of you." Vishal and Vanshika were looking at each other fondly. Suddenly, a vampire attacked Vishal from behind. Vishal fell to the ground. Vanshika was shocked. That vampire was the same woman Vishal had seen killing Tanya. Vishal recognised her. He got up and pushed her away.

Before she had a chance to respond, my mouth engulfed her pulsating clit and whatever she was going to say turned into high pitched moaning instead. “Fuck....” Vasha rolled on her back dramatically, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands and blowing a ring of smoke toward the ceiling. “I’d go outside...but I don’t think I can walk...” She snickered, and I poked my head out from under her down-feather quilt inquisitively. “And that’s....bad?” I failed to see the problem.

Vanessa’s breath hitched and her hands slid up my chest with her fingers tracing the scars there before she cupped my face. Her voice was trembling as she pleaded. “Don’t stop. Love me like this…rough and deep. I need all of you tonight.” I gave her what she asked for but my body had a mind of its own. My hips began snapping forward with hard thrusts dragging along her inner walls, making her cry out. The lines on her face crumbled beautifully; the way her lashes fluttered open and close, the color creeping down her neck and the way her lips said my name again and again.

Vashi stepped out of the bathroom, draped in a plain red robe, her wet raven-black hair glistening under the candlelightin the chamber. It was nightfall in the castle of Decreash, and everyone was having dinner at the dining arena, but she chose to remain in her chamber. When Viper crawled into the room, it glided from Vashi's legs up to her stomach and then wrapped itself around her left wrist. "What is this I hear? She got away? Vashi shot her brows up displeased. She could communicate with Viper. Viper was supposed to have gone after the maid and killed her, but he failed.

It was hard for both of them. “I’m still here with you.” Vasha promised in English after she regained some composure, kissing Ceen behind her ear and wiping my best friend’s cheeks with her thumbs. She hated watching anyone cry, it was this whole thing. Despite her harsh upbringing in Russia, Vasilisa was resilient and tried so hard to be optimistic. It was one of the many reasons she and Francine were so perfect together in my opinion. “Enjoy yourself, you’re here to relax and get well. I’ll be here this weekend.” Her thick accent sounded a bit clearer and it gave me hope. Vasha would be speaking English fluently in no time at all.

Jared came in, pushing Vasha's wheelchair, and he had a chance to wink at Jeff, making Jeff smile wryly. "Hi Jared." Jeff stared at Jared and Vasha in turn, “You didn't say you were coming, Vasha, and I really didn't think I saw you two coming together. Did you really come together, or did you meet up front? " "We did come together, Jeff." Vasha looked nervous, Jeff looked so domineering in this formal office room, and suddenly Vasha felt scared. She betrayed Jeff once and she did it again, even this time with Jeff's own twin sister. But Jared had assured her that Jeff wouldn't be angry, because she knew for a fact that Jeff didn't love her. And after all, Vasha thought that she deserved her

he finalized. The soldiers erupted in cheers and howls, a new found strength surging through them. A strength of conviction and belief. ******************* Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glued on the book she was reading. She had been on the book all day, reading about the Ascendants of the white phoenix and she was loving it. "What are you doing?" She heard a cold, dark tone. She raised her head but couldn't see anything; the room was dark, and she realized that the day was gone already.

he says and I swear if I didn’t sit down, I would have fallen down. This person looks exactly like Ilya; except he has a shaved head with tattoos all over his face and arms. He said ‘our brother,’ so I’m guessing this must be Alyosha. “Hm, but it seems Ilya truly loved his mate; it will take a while for him to remember our mission,” Vanya says as she kicks off her shoes. “To be honest, I doubt he’ll ever get over Viktor.” For Vanya to say something like this, she must have known Ilya would never be able to kill me and, if given the chance, Ilya would have chosen me over them.

I asked her as i rubbed my palms together and she nodded before pulling me into her for a hug. "Of course, Wu" She whispered into my ears before pulling me away to give me a kiss. "We're in a graveyard" I teased before she playfully took me by my hands to run, our legs digging into the snowy grounds as she smiled. And then i threw one final glance at the book that almost took eternity to write and looking at the boldened title from afar— VAMP —i smiled, because this was the story of us. And not just because it was finally my big break but also because i knew she would love it. Afterall, you did. THE END.

I'd seen it in a book somewhere. Then his teeth flashed and I clocked it. A Dvergar. No question. Craft-blood practically oozed off him. He had an impish smile — all small teeth and delight, no caution at all. He talked with his hands, fast, animated. I stared. Vasska returned to my side, voice dropping into a low mutter. “Yasha Fenvari. The fox-blood.” Now I knew her last name but Vasska didn’t sound too pleased.