My Babysitter's A Vampire Sarah And Ethan Novels & Stories

Liars, cheaters, and frauds! I moved from there, left the city, and stayed at home alone. When my situation got worse because of a lack of spiritual attraction, I wanted to die but failed. When my father, the king of all vampires, came to fetch me, I became pale and thin. We vampires need to touch a human to suck their little spiritual energy, which helps us to survive. My father hired a human who willingly saved me. She was nice to me, and I requested my father to let me go to the human world again.

His canines were long and sharp. Overall, Ethan's physical appearance embodied the mysterious charm and captivating allure often associated with vampires. His pale skin, sharp features, intense gaze, sleek hair, and fangs were clear signs of his vampiric nature. I don't know if Sarah was awed by them too as I was, but it looked everyone else abhorred the sight of him. I finally saw Adrian in the midst of the crowd. The look on his face gave away what I suspected. It was someone Adrian knew.

He was hoisting me, breaking every part of me until I was a mess below him. This shouldn't be happening yet I loved it. Every thrust was a breaking point. Every sigh that came from him was a turning point. Every contact was breaking me badly. “Yes, Khan, I love it. I love it so much.” I cried shamelessly. **** A patient was rushed into the ward, she had blood around her neck and there was no need to be informed that it was the bite of a vampire. Here in Manyon City, Vampires crawl. The sight reminded me that I had a child with a one-night crawler and there was a tendency for my child to be a vampire as well.

Richard ranted, forcing Sarah down onto the floor. This was why Sarah fell in love with Ethan and not Richard, despite Richard taking her virginity. Ethan was sweet. Daddy was… not. *Not so fucking rough, daddy," Sarah complained, tears welling up in her eyes, but the threat of being outed loomed. "You said goodbye orgasm. Not a blow job. Daddy please. A hand job—" She was in no position to refuse him, with sweet, vanilla Ethan waiting on her. No, he didn't fuck like daddy, but Sarah didn't mind that. Daddy left her aching and bruised for days.

she asked, her voice trembling. Ethan frowned, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I don't know," he replied, his voice strained. "But we need to find a way out of here, fast." As they searched for an escape route, a sudden realization dawned on Sarah. "Ethan, do you remember the legend of the haunted mansion?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts. Ethan's eyes widened with recognition. "You don't think…" he began, but his words were cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing from the dark hallway.

Sarah's eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct eye contact with Ethan, as she awkwardly explained, "I... I came to bring you tea! I wasn't eavesdropping." Ethan narrowed his eyes, warning, "You better speak the truth. Otherwise, I will terminate all cooperation with the Miller family." His thin lips pressed together, radiating a strong sense of oppression. Sarah was overwhelmed by his powerful presence, struggling to catch her breath, and nodded with a shiver. Samantha never expected that the sharp-tongued and arrogant Sarah would appear so submissive in front of Ethan. A strange sense of satisfaction filled her heart. Sarah, embarrassed, was about to leave when Samantha stopped her, "Move m

Stanley Liane had arrived five minutes ago and Ethan was already circling her and her pup like a surly, protective wolf that had been plucked from the comfort of its den. Sarah noticed this and purposely asked to hold little Dave. She sank the newborn into her arms and walked over to the couch to sit down. Only then did Ethan seem to relax a little. Sarah was Alpha and she was holding her son in her arms now. Wrapped in a pink blanket that probably belonged to Jasmim. I cracked a smile.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

A two-hundred-year-old vampire. That was the first thing they hunted, and none off them can deny that it felt good. Especially when they think about all the lives they saved. They continuously trained under their Uncle Barry's supervision while Ethan continued his studies. Everyday, when he gets home, he will proceed to their parents' secret room to study.

she began softly, "there's something I need to tell you about your mom." Ethan's eyes, so much like his mother's, widened in anticipation. Chassy felt her heartache at the innocence that was about to be shattered. "Your mom... she was attacked by vampires," she continued, her voice steady but laden with the weight of the words she had to speak. A shadow of confusion crossed Ethan's face, and then realization slowly dawned. "Attacked by vampires?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to give voice to the nightmare unfolding before him. Chassy nodded, her eyes mirroring the pain in Ethan's.