Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers
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"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me.
God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time.
He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely.
I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone.
"Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum.
No.
No, no, no.
"Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed.
"Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds.
"Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules."
I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time.
I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this?
But where would I run to?
I was trapped.
And the worst part?
They were enjoying every second of it.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]
Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers Chapter 1
Raven's Pov
I came back from school feeling pissed and exhausted. My uniform was stuck to my skin with sweat and my backpack felt heavier than usual, all I wanted to do was throw myself on my bed and sleep but the second I stepped into the house, I knew something was wrong.
My mother was packing and panic licked her entire face and I've never felt so confused because I left her in a good condition where she complained about not eating enough breakfast.
Now she wasn't just packing, she was in a frenzy, stuffing clothes into suitcases as if we were being chased out.
My stomach dropped in dread as my heart rammed in my ribcage. "Mom? What the hell is going on?"
She didn't stop nor did she even look at me. "We're leaving." She blurted out rasping and avoided my gaze like a plaque.
My heart pounded as the first thought hit me like a freight train. "Is it Dad? Is he out of jail?"
Her hands froze for a second before she shook her head. "No, Raven. This isn't about him. We just have to leave baby, get your things now!"
I felt a little relief, but not much. My father was the worst thing that had ever happened to us. He used to beat my mom senselessly and locked her in the closet while I sat outside and listened to her cries. He was finally arrested for drugs, and the day the cops took him away, he had looked me dead in the eyes and said, I'll be back for you. I had nightmares about that moment for years.
"So why are we leaving?" I asked her, watching her throw my clothes into a suitcase now.
Mom took a deep breath and faced me. "I got married, baby."
Silence.
It was too quiet except for the beat of my heart before I blinked at her because maybe I had misheard or misunderstood her. "What?"
"I got married, Raven. My husband, your new stepfather, is waiting for us in Velmora and we can't waste a second."
My stomach twisted and I laughed. "You're joking."
"I'm not." She zipped up a bag. "And we don't have much time. The chauffeur will be here soon."
Rage bubbled up inside me. "You're seriously making me leave my life here? My friends? My boyfriend? And for what? Some guy you barely know?" I yelled at her walking around the room like a maniac to stop her from going anywhere but to talk to me.
Mom sighed and rubbed her temples. "I do know him and this is the best decision for us."
"For you, maybe." I scoffed hard. "What about me mum? Did you even ask if I wanted this!"I yelled in anger, biting back the salty taste in my tongue and the burning tears at the corner of my eyes.
She looked at me there and I knew there was something tired in her eyes, something desperate. "I need you to trust me honey, please."
I clenched my fists as my whole body trembled with frustration. But before I could yell back, the sound of tires screeching outside made me pause.
A sleek black car-no, not just a car. A beast of a vehicle, probably more expensive than our entire house, sat in our driveway. A man who was dressed in a black suit stepped out, opened the trunk, and without a word, started loading our luggage.
Mom grabbed my hand. "Come on Raven, we don't have to."
I felt like I was in a nightmare. A horrible, twisted nightmare as my feet moved but my mind screamed at me to stop. I was leaving my home, my city and my life.
The second I sat inside the car, silent tears slid down my cheeks and I cried the whole way to the airport.
--
Velmora wasn't just another country. It was another world entirely that looked strange.
The moment we arrived, I felt like I had stepped into a medieval fantasy. Castles rose into the sky, surrounded by mountains and forests that looked untouched by animals and the air smelled fresh and crisp, almost too clean compared to the city I grew up in.
But before we even made it to the mansion, Mom had another surprise waiting for me.
"Your new school, common, let's get you registered before we go to the Palace." she said as we stopped in front of the grandest building I had ever seen.
I stared up at it, my mouth slightly open. "This... is a school?" She smiled and nodded at me.
It looked more like a palace, The gates were made of ancient golden designs, and the massive campus stretched farther than I could see. The buildings were sleek yet elegant and blended classic castle architecture with the latest modern technology.
The students walking around weren't any less impressive. They were beautiful as every single one of them looked like they had walked out of a high-fashion magazine. Their uniforms were perfectly fitted with a deep purple shirt paired with a lilac pleated skirt for girls and sharp black pants for the boys. The accessories they wore, rings, necklaces, even their bags, screamed money.
I suddenly felt small and Insignificant, Poor and useless as if I didn't belong here.
Mom nudged me. "You'll start here tomorrow."
I tore my eyes away from the intimidatingly perfect students and glared at her. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes. But first, we need to go home and meet your stepfather."
I swallowed hard at "Home". The word felt foreign on my tongue but the mansion was beyond anything I could have imagined.
The driveway alone could fit a hundred cars and the structure itself was a blend of gothic and modern with towering stone walls, massive windows, and vines creeping up parts of the exterior to give an eerie yet breathtaking feel.
The air smelled of something rich and intoxicating like cinnamon and wine.
And then he appeared, King Devereux of Velmora from what mum told me.
He was Tall, Regal and Dressed in a black velvet suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. His long silver hair was tied back, revealing his sharp, chiseled features. His eyes, which were strikingly golden were locked onto me immediately.
"So this is Raven." His voice was deep, smooth. "Welcome to your new home."
I couldn't speak nor even breathe as my eyes were staring at something different, why the fuck does he looks so young?
Mom stepped forward, smiling nervously. "Lucian, this is my daughter. Raven, greet your stepfather."
My throat felt tight as I said the first word that sounded so blank and stupid. "Hi."
He studied me with a piercing gaze and smiled. "You look just like your mother."
I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not but before I could figure out how to respond, I sensed a movement from the grand staircase which caught my eye. Three figures stood there, watching. Three men.
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Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.5
Everyone knew Caroline loved Jacob, the frail man in a wheelchair, even giving up her chance at marrying into wealth for him.
She devoted everything to his recovery, enduring hardship and humiliation to help him stand again.
When he finally recovered, they were praised as perfect together-until danger came.
Faced with saving her or her sister, Jacob chose the latter without hesitation. Only in her final moments did Caroline realize his heart was never hers.
Reborn, she made a different choice, choosing power over love.
When Jacob later begged, she looked down coldly. "I have no interest in men who can't stand on their own."
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
