Novel & Cerita Ethan My Babysitter's A Vampire

Her smile even reached her eyes while the left end of her lips raised in a crooked smile. “Because, babe, we are going to meet mommy Alona and Daddy Tyler today,” Ethan answered. The man had to push his lycan to the back of his mind or the chances of them walking out of the door to visit Lexy’s parents might pop into thin air with how the two were dangerously flirting too early in the morning.

my father said as if it was the best idea he ever had. “Are you serious? I don't need a babysitter to take care of me these 3 months. I'm 19, not 13, Dad.” I crossed my arms and looked angrily at Ethan, “I don't need a babysitter to be with me all this time, I know how to take care of myself.” “Wait, wait, I'm not a babysitter,” Ethan began to speak, making a movement with his hands, but my father interrupted him.

“No, no, no.” The man turned, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Ethan. Younger, but unmistakably him. His expression was cold, his hands covered in blood. His lips were red with my mother’s blood. As I looked down at her body, I noticed that she was completely drained of blood. It was almost like he had completely sucked every last of blood from her. Was he a… vampire? “Run!” someone yelled, and I turned to see Anton rushing into the room, his face twisted with fear.

He didn't need one. The Hybrid energy, sensing the death of the grandmother, flooded into the father. The baby was projecting it, fueling Ethan with a vengeance that transcended magic. Ethan’s eyes were no longer violet. They weren't black. They were burning with a white, cold sun. "You killed her," Ethan whispered. The air around him began to distort, the gravity bending to his will. "She was a monster," Damon said, stepping closer, raising the iron rod. "Just like you. Just like that thing in her belly. I am doing the universe a favor."

“They’ll wake up soon, though, so we should probably leave.” “Wait!” I followed Ethan to the door. “Who are you? And where are we going?” Ethan hesitated in the doorway, the sun haloing his golden hair from behind. “Like I said, I’m Ethan, the executor of your father’s estate,” he said with a sigh, almost as if I were inconveniencing him with my questions. “And I’m a werewolf, just like you.” “A… werewolf.” “Yes. Now are you coming or not?”

my mother asked. “She is my maid. Ethan took me to his villa once, and Ernie told me she was my maid.” I shrugged. “Well, for sure, Ethan is a rich guy. Also, he is a leader in his community. I met someone, Red Sutton. Ethan introduced him as his man and his best friend. Red called Ethan ‘Alpha’.” My mother nodded. “But, has Ethan asked you to do unusual things?” “Like what?” “Like drinking blood, stabbing someone with a knife, or anything else?”

Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this. "He is not yet a full vampire, nor is he pure blood. He's a dhampir," Daryl said, and Kaelynn looked relieved, and I saw her grip her hand tighter. "Make your choice, Kaelynn. We won't kill you, it just depends on you if you can last longer here," Daryl said, and Kaelyn stood up and wiped her tears. "I know I'm just your maid here, but as your maid, I request that you let me handle all cleaning and other housekeeping chores here so that those women you killed can have peace and rest," she said before breaking down in tears and kneeling.

He looked around from the roof and found a man, just as he thought. The man was in his 20s, but he was older. Ethan concentrated on him more and with the help of his sences, he found out that that man isn't a human but a vampire like him. That man couldn't sence Ethan but Ethan saw him very well. He was a newly turned vampire. He could smell fear and also his hunger for blood. Ethan knew he was turned a few years ago. Before he could even touch the door nob, Ethan jumped on him, grabbed him with is neck and in a flash, they were far away from Calla's house. Ethan took him to a safe distance from the house, he didn't ask him anything, instead he looked in his eyes and found everything he was

Ethan’s father, Sebastian, was the head of the city’s Urban Development Bureau, and Seraphina Arden’s father, Elijah, was his chauffeur. When Ethan was eleven, his mother passed away after a prolonged illness. His grandparents were elderly and frail, and Sebastian, overwhelmed by his responsibilities, hired housekeepers, but none could truly take care of Ethan. Ethan, a proud and reserved boy, didn’t like being around others. He often sat alone in his father’s office, waiting late into the evening for Sebastian to finish work.