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

I shivered when he added the last statement, even her stepmother and her father flinched to the man's words, this man was no ordinary man, what would be her fate if she were to be sold? It then Sophia realized her doom. Her stepmother has gone too far, what has she done for her to deserve all this? She was going to be sold ...... The man removed his sunglasses and his red eyes came into view. Holy crap! I'm doomed She was not only going to be sold, but sold to a vampire! Can things get any worse? "We are ready to sell her"! my stepmother Said with a wicked smile. I looked at my father,. he was reluctant, he almost had tears in his eyes.

Your pack will suffer. But how could I live like this? With three monsters calling me mate? My voice cracked as I whispered, “My father… he agreed to this?” None of them answered. The silence was enough. My father didn’t just agree. He sold me.He sold me to them like I was nothing more than a toy. The world tilted, the edges of my vision blurring. My heart was pounding so fast I could hardly breathe.And then, everything went black.

Scars that should have killed him vanished overnight. One old rogue, drunk on cheap wine, laughed low in a tavern one night and said, “His father made a deal with something dark when the boy was dying. A book. Cursed book.” The words hit me like a stone. And then I remembered. I was small, probably seven or eight maybe. Dad sat by our fire, sharpening his knife, I asked him why we never fought back when the werewolves shoved us, or called us names like we were nothing.

He is loud and I sit back in the chair as he is starting to scare the shit out of me. “I don’t want the money. I have what I want right in front of me,” he says, and I frown and widen my eyes as the realization hits me. My father sold me. “Your father tried to sell you to Livingstone, and when he couldn’t, well, he came to me,” he adds and I can feel the bile rising to my throat and I try to stop myself from being sick in front of him.

My father was planning to sell me off to some rich old man who already had more wives than he could count. I on the other hand wasn't just going to let it happen, I had plans of my own. I had gathered supplies and was planning to escape when the Vampires attacked our Village in the middle of the night. Lives were lost and chaos ensued. I was unable to escape from the pandemonium and decided to hide. They eventually reached our home and attempted to kill all of us but my father offered me and my two sisters to the Vampires in exchange for his life and the life of my mother.

“But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem. When he finished, Aurora’s eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. “You know it by heart?” “Not all of it, but every night my father would read it aloud in his study. I sat outside the door and listened. He did it all of my life.” “Gabriel, do you think there’s some

The demons stopped in their tracks at the signal of that mysterious hand from the darkness. Malleteagan’s life was obviously hanging on the thread. I should be gloating and rejoicing; this prick ripped me off my mother’s embrace at my most tender age. He destroyed my childhood, as we were living like rats on the run, hiding away from him since the day I inhaled my first breath. I have been deprived of family, normalcy, a fatherly figure and most importantly of my mother. He ripped me off her love and secure base she always provided me with at the times when I needed her the most. The whole shitshow of my life and every predicament I faced stems from him. He killed my mother in a murder, whic

But a dark possibility opens up when every other door has slammed shut. That night, my father came to my room with papers in his hand and something like hope in his eyes. He'd arranged a meeting with the Beast of the North. I was going to be sold to a monster.

He didn’t utter a word, but it felt like he was conveying a thousand unspoken thoughts, each one weighing down on me. I was overwhelmed, and before I realized it, tears were streaming down my face. Did he even need to say anything? No. I could already tell. My father was dying. His body had endured so much damage that even the doctors and healers could do little. I barely managed to hear him recount the events leading to this moment. He had gone out to drive off the vampires that had breached our territory, only to find them attempting to force a young woman into their grasp. She fought with everything she had, but she couldn’t shift, and she had no power to resist.

It wasn't even the way my chest pulled toward him like there was this cord inside me tighteneing everytime that he looked my way. It was everything that he had just said. His mother dying on these grounds. His father basically drowning in grief until the claws finally sunk home. The cedar box on his desk with ashes sealed into something solid because love refused to accept "gone." A pack that wacthed and whispered, then tested a boy until he learned to be steel. And now a vampire, an actual fucking vampire, breached the lines that were supposed to be impossible to cross. At least from what he says. My throat tightened so hard I winced.