Dracula Lottery Novels & Stories

Night fell again and day dawned when they finally reached their destination. Zog saw through Lucifron's eyes and didn't realize where he was. The man said he served Dracula. If Zog remembered correctly, Dracua lived in Transylvania, which is in Romania, beyond the Atlantic, in Europe. There was no airport there, just a house that looked a lot like a packhouse, big and scary. Lucifron follows the vampire into the house, dragging the child. He entered a room, where a female vampire was sitting watching her son play with a black cat.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

She added. Patrice looked at the ticket. *750,000 per month. What an offer!!!* She screamed in her mind. “What do we need to pass?” She asked. Helga smiled at her friend. She can see that Patrice is interested already. “Just a photocopy of your grades.” She said. Patrice nodded. “Oh.” She said thinking. Helga smiled. “So, are you joining me in this raffle?” She asked. Patrice looked at her friend. *There is no harm right?* She thought as she smiled at Helga. “Yeah. Count me in.” She said.

Bruce said. He was still obviously having difficulty following her story. “No, we didn’t, but yes they did,” she replied. “You see, vympires were turning vampire prior to the creation of Dracula, but they had no king or organized society until Dracula was created by the vympire rogue turned vampire, Dracul, and his evil sorcerer. Part of what Dracul’s sorcerer did to Dracula was to make him immortal. Although his vampires live for thousands of years, they eventually do expire. Dracula cannot expire. He’s doomed to live forever, never moving forward, always stuck in time. Some saint, whose name eludes me, managed to slip in a loophole that only a very few are aware of. Dracula can be kil

Meghan laughed and sent her a gleaming look of amusement from below her artfully darkened copper lashes. “Oh, darling, you’re being so boring… I know everything... I know this is all a masquerade orchestrated by Chris. How much is he paying you, little girl? If you’re good and walk out of here without making too much noise, I’ll double it! I’ll even help you get on the next plane to London.” “Like I just said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lara replied, this time in a more determined tone, looking the red-head straight in her green eyes.

Melonie sent me a shocked glance, “You have the blood of a harlot in you… but I wouldn't blame you.” I grinned, “Forget him! My Arlo is even cuter.” “Hey Clara,” Alpha Vargus called, “Meet Dracula. He's the Alpha of a small pack in the woods. He was originally the alpha of us all, but when crazy things started happening and we needed to reunite with you all so we could fight together, he flew to the woods and made me the alpha. He's obsessed with privacy and he thinks he can fight anything on his own.” “Dracula, meet Clara, the lady I told you about and Melonie… the dragon wolf. Dracula is here for the wedding,” he added.

But what they hadn't expected was that I actually won the prize. To ingratiate himself with the wealthy, beautiful supervisor, Harry had been willing to spend 200,000 dollars to buy my 20-dollar lottery ticket. And every relative around us knew it. Even my childhood friend Owen and my best friend Wendy were fully aware—and willing to play along. They went from threats and bribery to conspiring with Wendy to fake my death and send me abroad. Once overseas, I would become an undocumented person, completely at their mercy. Even if I refused to hand over the lottery ticket, I would be forced to comply. My cousin could control me entirely.

However, the nurses weren't able to reach Mom, so they had no choice but to have Anabelle, who was ten years old, withdraw money from the bank to pay the hospital bill, since they only accepted cash here. However, Anabelle offered the lottery box to the nurse and said, "If you can draw the long stick, I will do as you say and get the money for you. But if you get the short stick, then this card is now mine, and I'm going to buy myself many pretty dresses with it!" The nurse found it weird, but she didn't think much about it and drew lots. When they saw that it was a short stick, Anabelle was overjoyed. "Yay! I won! I'm going to go shopping for clothes now!"

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

With a heavy heart, I followed Nathan to Crown Restaurant. Seth and the others were already there. Meanwhile, the other villagers had already taken their seats. As soon as the staff members of Crown Restaurant spotted Nathan helping me out of the car, they showered us with pre-prepared petals. At the same time, they exclaimed, "Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Nathan Prescott and Ms. Callista Parker! We wish you a life filled with happiness and love!" When some of the petals landed on my palm, I was surprised to find out that they were actually silk flower petals. Stunned, I turned to look at Nathan, who merely shot me a mysterious smile.