Atticus Mitchell My Babysitter's A Vampire の小説・ストーリー

~Evette~ "I'm going to go out of my way and say this is not normal." "No, no, it's not normal at all. Witches hate Hunters; they must have something that they're using against them," Atticus turns to me, "We need to go gather the others and get out of here," he starts to get up, but I keep looking at the Hunter with the two witches. Then, finally, they slightly pull up their sleeve, and that's when I see the bite. I remembered biting the last Hunter we saw. This was the same one. So they were still after us.

Bernadette gently swirled the red wine in her glass, “It doesn’t really matter if it’s your child or not. You won’t be able to find it. You’re sure that it’s not your kid, right? I have no intentions of tearing your family apart. I just want what I want. You know me; once I’m thoroughly disappointed, I’ll get a scapegoat. So don’t try to annoy me. Maybe I don’t actually love you; I might even hate you, just a little. You drew my attention, yet you caused my spectacular failure and my corruption. Otherwise, I don't think that child would have ever existed. Consider this my revenge.” Atticus truly wasn’t in the mood to eat whatever fancy meal the waiter had served him. The woman in front of hi

“Have her moved to the second floor. It would seem my queen favors her.” His queen, he says. I would laugh, but I have none of that left in me, so I stay still, watching Raya and the guard leave, watching him walk across my room and retrieve a piece of cloth, with which he wipes my cheeks gently. Atticus confuses me on some days. The thing about psychopaths that makes them deadly is their unpredictable nature. He would backhand me when necessary, roughen me up, and then tend to my injuries with such gentleness, it is hard to believe those hands belong to a monster.

My brown hair is still pulled into a neat ponytail, and my equally brown eyes portray the right amount of eagerness. “Good evening, I’m Lila Garcia - the babysitter,” I mumble beneath my breath like I’ve been doing all the way here. I release a breath and then push the doorbell button. But as I wait patiently to be answered, my eyes swing sideways. Engraved on the mailbox is a name that has been responsible for most of my nightmares… Brooks.

Benny had been so loud; I think the animals around here hadn’t had a wink of sleep either. “Wait,” he groaned. Heavy objects dropped on his end. “Good. You enjoying babysitting?” he teased. I was the gambit, the chameleon in our team. I was the person they’d send for reckoning and information collection. But Ghost is the guy you send to care for girls Klaus fucked. He took them home, made sure they were safe, and kept Klaus from facing false accusations of sexual assault. He’d be perfect in babysitting duties. “Peachy.” If lightning strikes me with each lie I spew, I’d be toasted by now.

Satisfied that he was fine; I returned to the room of gore and managed to get a few answers from my parents as to what happened. My first question was to ask if they called the police. No, they had not. I then proceeded to ask them if they knew who had done such a horrid thing to Lisa. Yes, they certainly did know. It was my former—dead roommate, Frank. He broke into the house and insisted on taking Bobby with him. He told my parents that I was a vampire lover and that my child was a vampire. When I asked why my father thought I could help Lisa, he informed me that Frank claimed Geoffrey was a handler and handlers only married handlers. Therefore, I had to be a handler too.

I announced excitedly “Really?” She asked happily “Yeah, the babysitting job at the Howard’s” responded “Wait what? The devil’s son?” She exclaimed sacartiscally because that was the exact thing I called him when I was made last night. “Shut up Kara, he literally brought the job to me, how can o I say no?” I said rolling my eyes “He called you back?” She asked suprised “His secretary called at first and Edeardy came to my doorstep after I said no to his secretary”

Hailey's pov; Upon hearing Austin's claim that he was a vampire, I took a sick leave from school and remained at home. When questioned by my parents about my absence, I reported feeling unwell. My younger brother, Charlie, disregarded the situation and proceeded to attend school as usual. In the meantime, I conducted extensive research on vampires. After poring over numerous sources, one commonality emerged - vampires are not real. It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information.

"You should get to know him better; he's very nice. He beat up some guys who said something about me last night." "Are you serious? Was it warm?" I'm laughing. "Kinda." "How did these sexy guys get into our pitiful lives?" "So I got a job watching the bad boy. Then he and his pals wouldn't leave us alone." "That's a good way of putting it. But don't forget to include the scene in which the bad boy falls in love with his babysitter." "Shush," I say to her. "You should simply tell him that you like him. Take a look at what he says." She rises to her feet.

he repeated, still looking at her. His gaze was making her feel embarrassed. It was like he could strip her soul with only his eyes. Beautiful and shining eyes, but still. "I'm really good with kids. I'm sure you will give me a probationary period to see if I fulfill your requirements." Victor raised his brows. "Of course," he answered. "The last nanny was fired because she hit my nephew." "So I heard," Sarah replied, trying to understand where she took the courage to talk to him so calmly now. It was like his eyes were defying her, and that was making her very angry somehow.