Vampires doesn't exist

The sun setting over the tranquil town of Brightwood, casting a warm glow on the cobblestone streets.

At Moonlight Haven, the small hotel nestled among ancient oak trees, a gentle breeze carries whispers of secrets waiting to be unveiled. Isabella's arrival at the hotel sparks a sense of mystery and intrigue, while Alexander, the enigmatic owner, watches her with a mix of curiosity and longing.

As she crosses paths with Alexander, the brooding hotel owner, a spark ignites between them, hinting at a forbidden attraction. The cool air carries the scent of jasmine and intrigue, weaving a tale of secrets and desire under the watchful gaze of the moon.

As the last light of day fades, the town of Brightwood transforms into a realm of shadows and whispers.

Moonlight Haven, the quaint hotel standing as a silent sentinel, exudes an aura of mystery and charm under the starlit sky. Isabella's presence, shrouded in elegance and enigma, stirs the stillness of the night, drawing Alexander into a dance of fate and desire.

As Isabella lay on her bed, memories of her shattered relationship with Steve flooded her mind. The betrayal cut deep, knowing that scumbag had been two-timing her with her supposed best friend Lily.

The pain of deception mingled with a sense of disbelief, creating a storm of emotions within her. Isabella's heartache intensified as she recalled the moment she stumbled upon the truth.

It was a rainy Tuesday evening when she decided to surprise Steve with a homemade dinner at his place. As she entered his apartment, the hushed whispers and hurried movements she heard from the bedroom sent a chill down her spine.

And there, in the dimly lit room, she found Steve and Lily locked in an embrace that shattered her world into a million broken pieces. The sight of their betrayal etched in her memory like a painful scar, leaving her questioning everything she once held dear.

As Isabella heard a knock on her door, she hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Slowly, she made her way to the door, each step echoing in the quiet room. With a deep breath, she opened it to find a shadowy figure standing in the dimly lit hallway, his presence shrouded in mystery.

The air seemed to hold its breath as Isabella's gaze met the enigmatic visitor's eyes, sparking a sense of intrigue and uncertainty.

It was Alexander, the brooding owner of Moonlit Haven, the small hotel nestled in the heart of Brightwood. His unexpected visit carried an air of urgency, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

Isabella's mind raced with questions as she welcomed him inside, wondering what secrets he held and what mysteries his presence would unveil in the moonlit night.

As Isabella couldn't contain her curiosity anymore, she questioned Alexander, "What have you come to do in a guest room?

Have you forgotten me already? Your fake boyfriend, who helped you out when your so called ex boyfriend, kept disturbing you, to get back together with him? you begged me to act as your new boyfriend, so your ex could let you be.

Alexander's gaze remained fixed on Isabella as he replied, "Of course I remember,, you don't need to tell me all the details, and we promised not to cross paths again.

What are you doing here? Why do you seem to be everywhere that I go to?" Isabella's voice tinged with a mix of frustration and intrigue as she continued, "You're in my hotel, of course I should be here." Unbeknownst to Isabella, this was Alexander's hotel all along. If only she knew the truth behind his mischievous smile and enigmatic presence.

So, what do you say to my proposal, Alexander asked, "You know, seeing you that day crying on the street like a small child, was so cute and funny. Some girls cry pretty, but you definitely cry ugly. If I hadn't come to ask why you were crying, I would have assumed you lost all your money at gunpoint.

I was going to allow you to stay at my place as a kind man that I am , but I was disappointed at your response. Why would you even cry for a guy? Is he really worth it? Well, here I am offering myself to you for free again," Alexander said while looking at Issa seductively.

As Alexander's words hung in the air, a playful glint danced in Isabella's eyes. "You know, Alex, your charm could use a bit of work," she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. "But I must admit, your offer is tempting." The tension between them crackled like electricity, each word carrying a hint of unspoken desire.

Isabella's laughter tinkled like a melody as she continued, "Maybe I cry 'ugly' because I save my pretty tears for special occasions.

But you see your offer, am not interested, take it to someone else. Isabella Said and rolled her eyes. " Their banter danced on the edge of something more profound, a delicate balance of attraction and resistance.

Isabella to be honest I fell in love with you on the first day I saw you, am so much into you, give me the honor to be your man, I won't break your heart I promise. Alex said while looking at Isabella with eyes full of love and affection.

I don't think a relationship is what I need right now Alex and besides I don't know anything about you, neither do you know anything about me. Isabella replied while looking at the floor, not wanting to meet Alexander's piercing gaze.

As Alexander gazed into Isabella's eyes, a hint of mystery lingered in his gaze.

I know you would still doubt me and call it a joke like you did the last time I told you about myself "Isabella, believe what am telling you, am not joking" he began, his voice soft yet carrying an air of gravity. Isabella's curiosity piqued as memories of their last encounter resurfaced.

"You remember when I mentioned being a vampire the last time we met?" Alexander's words hung in the air, the weight of his revelation palpable. Isabella's disbelief was evident, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of his words. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth," Alexander continued, his tone sincere.

The revelation of his true nature cast a new light on their relationship, shrouding it in a veil of secrecy and intrigue.

Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief as she processed Alexander's revelation. "You must be joking, Alex. This is the modern century, and you still believe vampires exist? Stop with your jokes; I'm not falling for it," she retorted, a mix of amusement and skepticism in her voice. The tension between them crackled with the weight of the revelation, Isabella's logical mind clashing with the fantastical notion presented by Alexander.