My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Best Novels & Stories

"A pleasure house…" I had naively thought my uncle and aunt were simply selling me off to the old vampire…Cruel, yes but still manageable. But I was wrong. They were selling me to a pleasure house. A freaking pleasure house! I immediately grabbed my dress off the floor and put it on as quickly as I could before dropping to my knees.

"You have to fight through it." But then something strange happened. Through the pain, I started to see things. Like dreams but more real. I saw my father when he was younger. He was standing in front of a beautiful woman with long black hair. She was crying. "Please don't do this, Lazarus," the woman said. "She's just a baby.” He smiled like someone who's on a mission, "She's our daughter," my father replied. “She's not just our daughter.” But the next to take over my throne. "And she will be the most powerful vampire that ever lived."

I could feel his anger through the bond between us and I smiled at myself, knowing I was getting him exactly where I wanted him. “Oh but I do. You seem to have forgotten your place, Alexander.” I stood up too at that moment, looking down at him. I was some inches taller than him, still in my prime, while he had been turned into a vampire in his fifties. “This is my empire, my livelihood and I will not sell any human to you. You can come back during the next auction and buy as much as you want, as long as you have the money,” he said.

I have about the things that happen to the people who end up here. Here I am with others just waiting to be auctioned out to the highest bidder. It is not fair. I should not have to be here. My father was an idiot. He could not stop gambling. He lost everything playing poker with the vampire authority elite. Now I have to pay for his crimes. I have to be here to cover his debts. I should be getting married or going to college but no the vampire authorities plucked me out of my home on my 21st birthday and drug me here. Here to this hell to be auctioned off to some sicko.

He had his attention on a book and didn't notice me coming in until I coughed. He turned to face me with an arched eyebrow. "Oh, you're done already? Did you find what you were looking for?" I nodded lazily before yawning. "Gosh, I gotta go catch a quick nap. And also find what to wear before the arrival of those vampires." My tone ended up being more nervous than I Intended it to be at the end. My father placed a bookmark in his book, closed it, and then proceeded to focus fully on me. "Are you scared of meeting the vampires? You can speak if you don't want to attend the welcome ceremony... You're still pretty new to other races after all."

I continued, determined to get everything off my chest. "One night, my father came home more drunk than usual. He was raging, and he took out his anger on my mother. I tried to intervene, but he turned on me as well. I was badly beaten, and I thought I was going to die. That's when the vampire who turned me found me and offered me a way out." I could see the fear in Lotus's eyes as I spoke, and I knew that I was scaring her. But I had to keep going.

he practically purred, picking up my hand, kissing the back of it, his words trailing down my skin like his touch would’ve, making me want to curl up and away from him. Ah. My fiancé was a vampire, I was basically being sold to a dangerous man who had no care for my autonomy seeing as he tried to lay a compulsion on me five minutes into our first meeting. My father wanted me dead. And somehow I knew that was the least shocking revelation I’d have that day.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Father walked closer to me. "Father?" I called. "Des," he said and pulled me into a hug. I felt him, and he was real. It wasn't a dream. My father was alive. I hugged him tight with tears in my eyes. I had missed him so much. He was the only one left out in the family, and now that he was back, we were complete again. I let go of him and touched his face. It was hard. He was a vampire. "Who turned you into a vampire?" I asked.

Perhaps the others from my town, my pack, would have, but I couldn’t see them in the room with as crowded as it was. Looking at her, seeing her sincerity and conviction, in this moment, I was utterly convinced that she had entirely lost her mind. How could they be flattered to be chosen by our slavers? My father died at the hands of the vampires, so I didn’t care what they had to offer. I wouldn’t be swayed by things like immortality or pleasure. I would never give in to the so-called Vampire Duke. Lucy lifted her chin, staring down her nose at me.