Novel & Cerita My Babysitter's A Vampire Sarah And Ethan

my aunt chimed in, entering the conversation and once again showing her disagreement with my idea. "What I'm going to do is something absolutely 'normal,' Aunt," I countered delicately. "Where is Eloá?" Oliver had brought his daughter with him because his wife had fired the two young babysitters for the girl, and he hadn't taken a liking to any of the professionals his wife had hired for the job.

Carter already knew. “Fine…” he groaned. “I’ll babysit her.” “Thanks, man,” I said in return before hanging up the phone. I finally reached my car and slid into the driver’s seat. As I pulled away, I sent a silent message to this new vampire knowing he won’t be able to hear me, but hoping he could still feel my energy. I’m coming, buddy. You won’t be alone for long. … Tessa’s POV When I woke up, I wasn’t expecting to be alone. Seeing the emptiness beside me in the bed left a heavy feeling in my chest. I frowned, looking around the room.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

“I’m eighteen, Jake. I don’t need a babysitter.” Jake just smirked, toweling off. “Too bad. Rules are rules while Mom and Dad are gone. Ethan, good luck babysitting, bro. She can be a handful.” He winked. Sarah stood, wrapping a towel around her waist. She walked straight to Ethan, leaned in, and kissed him softly on the lips — slow enough that Mia felt the twist in her stomach. “Be good,” Sarah murmured against his mouth. “We’ll text when we’re heading back. Should be gone about six hours.”

“Sarah, why didn’t you sleep in a little longer?” The other two men sitting on the sofa both looked annoyed. Victor’s face was full of hostility, and Adrian’s face had turned as dark as night. Sarah was surprised. “What’s going on here?” Ethan took her small hand and smiled gently. “It’s nothing—we just all found out.” Adrian chimed in, “Since no one’s letting go, I guess I’ll just have to share her with these two pesky wolves. Honestly… I really don’t want to…”

When she flipped on the tv he decided it was time to make his move. Mandy Williams was babysitting in Huntersville for her neighbors 3 houses down from her house. She had been babysitting these two kids for a year now and they always got along great. She made them a quick dinner of hot dogs and Mac n cheese. She helped the 2 little boys bathe and read them a story and took them upstairs and tucked them in to bed. Mandy had a good routine down with the kids and stayed with them singing softly until they fell asleep.

Or the two I lost after that—each miscarriage like a piece of my soul torn away. I had been so excited, prepared so much for them. Cribs. Clothes. Toys. Until Ethan told me the truth. All those losses... were deliberate. They were his revenge. Because of Sarah. My stepsister. His first love. She got pregnant at eighteen. My parents found out and begged her to terminate it. But Sarah was stubborn. She went behind their backs to a black-market clinic. The surgery failed. She was an Omega without a wolf. Her body couldn't handle it.

The summer heat clung to everything in the house, thick and lazy, the kind that made clothes feel optional. Sarah had sent her own kids to camp for two weeks, leaving the big place quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the occasional creak of floorboards. Twenty-one-year-old Ethan had been crashing on her couch since his mother, Sarah’s oldest friend took an emergency work trip to Dubai. He’d offered to house-sit his own place, but Sarah insisted. “You’re not staying alone in that empty apartment,” she’d said, voice warm but final. “Besides, someone needs to keep me company.”

It was a rhythmic, low thudding sound coming from the next tent over, the one Sasha and Ethan shared. And it was followed by a very quiet, high-pitched noise that was definitely not snoring. Oh. Right. I immediately yanked the blanket right over my head, muffling the sound. Seriously, these two. I felt a small, dark giggle bubble up in my throat. The irony of that situation was almost too perfect. Sasha, the witch who was obsessed with getting Soren back, was currently getting down with the vampire who had mind-controlled me. "That bitch deserves the bastard," I muttered into the pillow, a cynical wave of amusement washing over me. Let them have each other.

Sara cried out while hugging his leg. Crack! Ethan broke her spine with a single stomp. "Ahh!" Sara screamed like a slaughtered pig as her lower body went limp. Ethan bent forward, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her toward the altar. "Do you think you're worthy of that title?"