Karachi (Romance Stories Online) — When Mick the vampire sets his eyes on his college professor Anna, what begins as obsession becomes a life‑changing, forbidden love that could consume them both.
They said Mick was just another quiet college boy. But I knew he was something else entirely.
Anna Myers set her lectern, glanced at the chalk dust on her sleeves, and then paused. The classroom door swung open. Mick entered late, sliding into a seat at the back. He didn’t look like a predator; he looked like a burdened dreamer.
After class, she gathered her papers.
“Professor Myers, may I see you after class?” His voice sounded calm, almost soothing.
She forced a polite smile. “Yes, Mick. Wait in my office.”
Mick lingered outside the door, his fingers tracing the wood grain. She opened it and motioned him in.
“Why did you ask me here?” she said, trying to steady her tone.
He stepped forward, pale face in soft lamplight. “Because I need you to understand something. I’ve watched you for months. The way you walk across campus, how your hair dances in the wind—”
Anna’s heart thudded. She stepped back. “Mick, this is inappropriate. You’re my student.”
His eyes caught hers, glowing faintly in the dim. “I know. But I am… not just a student.”
She stiffened. “What do you mean?”
He sighed, a low, haunted sound. “I am immortal, Anna. I have lived centuries. I chose you—first as an object of fascination, then as salvation.”
Anna’s throat went dry. “That’s… impossible.”
Mick moved closer. “I have secrets I can’t yet share. But tonight—dinner. One dinner. Then I’ll leave you alone.”
The banquet hall was bathed in candlelight; roses the color of blood adorned the centerpiece. Anna’s pulse thrashed in her ears when she walked in, seeing him already seated, dark suit, hand extended.
“You came,” he murmured.
She hesitated, then sat opposite him.
Moments later, a man approached—Wyatt, Anna’s ex, now wealthy and dangerous.
“Mick, who is this?” Wyatt asked, voice low.
Anna stood. “This is my student, Mr. Stone.” Her voice cracked.
Wyatt’s eyes darkened. “Student? Don’t play games. I know you.”
Anger flared in Mick’s eyes, as though ancient storms stirred inside him. “I know your type: rich, arrogant, hollow.”
Wyatt smirked. “You? A vampire? Cute.” He turned to Anna. “Be real with me. Who is he?”
Anna’s heart broke under their glares. She stepped between them. “I’m leaving.”
Wyatt grabbed her arm. Mick was there in an instant, pulling Wyatt away as if he weighed nothing.
“Don’t you touch her,” Mick said, voice cold.
Wyatt recoiled, then sneered, “You’ll regret this.”
Anna’s breath came fast. Mick folded his arms protectively around her back, shields she never asked for, but welcomed.
Over the next hours, Mick revealed his world gently: nights so long they blurred, ancient regrets, endless desires. And Anna—once reserved, cautious—felt herself thawing.
They kissed beneath moonlight. His lips cold, yes, but alive in a way she never had known. She felt the weight of centuries settle between them and vanish all at once.
But just when hope unfurled, tragedy struck.
Flames roared. Anna screamed as fire encroached. Mick shielded her, gripping her hand, pulling her to safety. Smoke clawed at her lungs. He pressed his face to hers, whispering, “I will save you, always.”
She lost consciousness—then woke in a hospital bed.
Anna’s eyes flickered open to hospital ceiling tiles. She reached for him, but the bed beside hers was empty.
A knock. Katie, her sister, entered. “Anna—firemen found no sign of Mick. He vanished in the blaze.”
Tears stung her eyes. A piece of her world crumbled. She sat up, trembling. Where was he?
Then she saw a crimson envelope on her pillow: one rose, dried yet perfect, and a single note:
“You awakened me. I live only for you.”
— M
She pressed it to her chest. The fire had burned her house. Her life lay in ashes. But inside that rose, inside that note, Mick’s love still pulsed.
Tears leaked down her cheeks, for sorrow, for hope, for the cruel cruelty of loving a creature she could never fully grasp.
Epilogue
Weeks later, Anna walked along campus paths in late dusk. A shadow detached itself from dark, ancient trees.
“Mick.”
He turned. His face was wearied yet luminous. He extended his hand.
She hesitated, then took it.
“I am older than you ever imagined,” he whispered. “But I am yours.”
Her voice caught. “And I—yours.”
They walked into moonlight, two hearts intertwined across centuries.
FAQs
Q: Is this a paranormal romance with a vampire twist?
A: Yes — this is focused on immortal vampire romance, forbidden love between student and professor, with high emotional stakes.
Q: Does Anna survive the fire?
A: Yes — she wakes up in hospital. Mick’s fate is initially unknown, leaving suspense.
Q: Is there a happy ending?
A: In a sense — the story ends with them reunited, hand in hand, with a promise spanning centuries rather than everyday guarantees.
Q: Why is Mick interested in Anna?
A: He first sees her as a prize, but as he watches her life, compassion and awe turn into deep, redemptive love.
Q: Will society accept their relationship?
A: That tension is central: forbidden power dynamics, age, immortality, secrecy. It’s a romance built on risk and paradox.
Have you ever loved someone who seemed impossible to reach? Share your experience or own impossible-love story in the comments below—and let’s explore this eternal passion together.
