My Babysitter's A Vampire Sarah And Ethan Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

I said. “I promise to you, we aren’t going to hurt any of your people.” He said. “Good. I’ll be in touch.” I said. And I hung up the phone. “What is it?” Ethan asked. “He just asked me how the vampires are going to feed if they kill all the humans?” I asked. “They won’t be able to.” He said. “Exactly. All of these people that have gone missing, I don’t think they’re changing all of them.” I said.

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?"

Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bed with me. “Come on,” I whispered into her ears again. “Let’s give your little brother what he’s always secretly wanted deep down.” We pushed Ethan onto his back. Sarah climbed on first, straddling his face with her legs. “Lick me,” she ordered, her voice filled with shame and unwanted arouser as she lowered her soaked pussy onto his mouth. Ethan groaned loudly and obeyed, his tongue diving eagerly into his own sister’s dripping cunt, licking and sucking like he’d been dying for it for years now.

Alexander hung up on her, and swallowed saliva, the human was driving him crazy. Sarah grieved for a moment, she in the bottom of her heart, as much as she was afraid of paranormal things, she wished that her boss was a vampire, that he would come at night and make her his, but that was it, her reality consisted of a desk cluttered with papers, she had acquired a fashionable cell phone, where she didn't have the slightest contact and that's how she spent her life, with a routine that simply reminded her that it was an obligation to exist.