“Then why are you holding me down?” asked Josephine.
“Because you keep attacking me in my own bedroom,” said the vampire.
Oh yeah, a vampire story that kicks ass and then some. If you like Buffy, Underworld and Blade, this may be the one for you 
. Also, lesbian/sapphic vampire leads 
If you like reincarnated/transmigrated main character, I would like to share my novel.
“Here miss, I bring your favorite salad.” The maid put the tray on her lap and then offered a fork.
Selena blankly stared at the plain salad. She liked vegetable salad. However, this salad looked even plainer than grass. This was the real owner of her body’s favorite food? Was she perhaps a cow? Was she doing a super-tight-diet life?
Selena started to frown and didn’t manage her sick-looking face.
Mateo snorted. Suzuka and I shot each other confused glances. He must have noticed this because he continued, his hand gripped around the glass of water he was cradling.
“Yeah, we’re safe for now. Suppose she hulks out again though. What if she does it at a kindergarten, or in a mall?”
The protector’s utterances took me by surprise and the venom in his words more so. He’d sounded so kind when we first spoke.
“Don’t say that!” Suzuka replied, sounding annoyed. “It’s called a relapse, and you know it.”
Athelson (with some fear on his face): Ohh, of course it’s you king (Kain) how are you,
The king says one more time (while a yellow aura shows up): I said leave this place.
“Yes! Iola’s doing it.” Dacia’s loud roar drowned out everyone else. “Archers, on my command. Loose.”
“What’s happening?” Iola looked up in surprise. “I haven’t done any...”
“Can you move in these pants without splitting a seam?”
He drops into an ass-to-grass squat without the tell-tale ripping sound. “Hurray for the quality workmanship from the golden age of spandex and magic chemical blends.”
Ira cooed and moved her face close to his, admiring how his loathing kept him from moving back in fear, "To get what you want, you have to beat me. To beat me…"
"I have to become a monster." Disgust flashed in his eyes.
"And me? Do you pity me? Disfigured and wrangled into the claws of a beast," whispered Patience.
"No," he answered, "I like your mettle."His thick fingers wrapped around her wrist. "And you feel quite nice."
From Secunda's latest ep
"Ya, neo hangukmal hal jul al-a?" one of the guys on his smartphone prompted, the screen casting a faint blue glow across his nearly porcelain skin. Oh my God, what do I do?
"C-Can you repeat that, please?" I stammered.
From the most recent chapter
“Fine! I am engaged. And I will not tell you to who.” He crossed his arms.
She broke out in a broad grin, teeth and tusks shining in the sun, “Someone important! And... Someone you didn’t choose?”
-From the first episode of Book 2 of my series.
“You’re bleeding... badly.” Iola stared at the other woman’s mortal wound though tear filled eyes.
“I... unngh... I’ll be... fine.” Dacia gnashed her teeth as she broke off half the shaft and flung it away. “Damn it, Iola... get a hold of yourself, or we’re all dying today.”
"Should you disobey, I will know immediately. As you humans may say, I have eyes in the back of my head, I then will say, I have my own way of knowing where you are at all times.” And at this—as if peeking over the top of the captain’s chair—her large, cuspidated ears gave a dyad of twitches.
“Because despite my idiocy, you saw something in me you have use for,” he calmly replied. “I don’t know what it is, but I’d like to hone that quality for you.”
“We don’t know that, big sister.” Yuma exhaled deeply. “The fighting might be over. We can maybe… go back home.”
“If home is still there...” Maedra wiped away a tear and looked at the six terrified youngsters that were now her responsibility.
Rattled and furious, she hit her pudgy fist on the steering wheel and spun the police car around. The wheels screeched on the tarmac, kicking up dust.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Thomas exclaimed from the passenger seat as his grip on the car grab handle tightened.
“What else?! I’m going to charge that Sandra with reckless driving.”
“Don’t you wish he was here with us now?” The thirteen year old gave her a smug smile. “Do you like him, Mae?”
“Uh… he’s got his good points… many.” Maedra suddenly felt uncomfortable, with a blush coming on.
“You look good,” I say. “I feel bad because you made an effort to cook and dress up, but I come here not putting the slightest bit of effort to present myself well.”
“It's fine. All of this is actually a last-minute decision so I couldn't have possibly informed you to wear something formal.” He smiles. “Let's just enjoy dinner.”
“It’s the only way, big sister.” Yuma hefted her stick and expertly twirled it in her hands. “Someone has to throw these hunters off the scent of the children. And you know well enough that I can take care of myself.”
“What are you thinking of doing, you little idiot?” Maedra stood up, her fear-filled eyes staring right into her sister’s calm blue ones.
