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

“Dad,” Liam whispered into the silence. “You’ve gotta start talking. Please.” Liam’s father inhaled. He stared at his son for a moment, then sighed. “Well, you never believed me before, so I didn’t feel the need to keep pressing the issue-” “Well, I believe you now!” Liam cried. “I was attacked by a vampire, dad! One of them killed MOM!” His father shushed him immediately. “Liam, hush! Do you want to get admitted to the psych ward!?”

I tried to ignore the part of me that wanted it to be literally. As soon as he was out the door, I whirled unto my father, indignation alighting my features. He held up a hand signaling me to wait and recalling that legendary Vampire’s hearing, I acquiesced. When I was sure he was far enough away, I exploded into a rant, blustering for a few seconds before reaching any sort of coherence. “Oh my god, Dad! Why on earth would you agree to such a contract with a Vampire of all creatures? You don’t even like Vampires!”

I was about to run through him when he moved and slowly slash my father's neck. My eyes grew wider, When I saw the blood of my father into his sword that he toasts my father on the ground. I shook my head In disbelief. I was so shocked, I ran faster to him, then pushed the wolf with all my might. He flew away, while his heel left a mark on the ground. My mother instantly held my father then Razel ran to us as well. I hug my father. “no… no… father don't you dare!” I shouted, then cut my hands to give him my blood. I was out of my mind now because I forgot that he was a vampire as well.

My face wasn't like as good like before since I learned that my father sold his soul to the vampire and I was cursed also to become one like them. After that I went outside to looked for dad but I couldn't find him. I'm walking in the hallway and I saw Steph rushing outside. I hold her arms to stop her. " Where you came from?" I asked her and I saw the cuts beside her lips and the marks of hands on her neck. She didn't turned around and she pushed my hands away. It seemed like someone hurt her and I guess I know who he is.

He ordered his underling. My body was weak to even protest as he changed my handcuffs and locked it. I hadn't eaten for days now, and though I didn't really need food, I needed blood. A were-vamp was a taboo in the werewolf race, and my father had detested me for it. Maybe that was why he hadn't hesitated to sell me out to slave traders in order to save his pack. I wasn't sure any of the slave traders knew I was a hybrid, seeing that they hadn't killed me yet.

3 sample rules. By the time of my 6 birthday, I was ready to be sold. I stood in line in a green dress, with stockings, and black shoes. They were all won in my dad's gambling games so they were nice looking. I was the only one in line that looked decent. I stood there from dusk till dawn. When my dad was beginning to lose hope, a car pulled up. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to my dad though. A car meant a rich vampire. Even taxi drivers had at least 50 dollars. When the guy got out, and my dad saw his outfit and face, he stood up straight. He poked me in the middle of my back, making me stand up straight too. I did not recognize the man, but my dad did. I looked down at the man's

“I thought you would have connected the dots. Your father. He sold you to me. So, now, you’re at my mercy.” I widened my eyes. It couldn’t be? No, the only guy I knew that had an unfinished business with my dad was Lyons. L.Y.O.N.S not Mr Freddy Krueger here. There was no way my Dad would let me go off with a monster like this, let alone sell me off to him. “Liar! You fucking asshole.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me right. My father would never do that to me. You are mistaken, I know it.”

“Oh, Vicky, your father was a man of the night. We used to take walks in the park at night, go to fancy restaurants, count the stars and spend hours in deep conversation.” Her mother always got a dreamy expression on her face when she started talking about him. It was almost like her mother went in a trance whenever she mentioned her father. She told her, her father was eccentric. Her mother had frequently caught him talking to himself. When she’d asked him who he was talking to, he always replied, “Nobody.” All things dark and Gothic fascinated him. He would check out dozens of books on vampires and other supernatural creatures from the all-night library. After he read the books, he would m

“Just like I know that your father shouldn’t have done that to you.” I go still in shock. “You know about what my dad did?” I feel ashamed. It doesn’t feel good that other people know how cruel my father is. It’s one thing when people in the pack know, but the vampires knowing it too makes me feel small. It’s not easy to know that my father doesn’t love me and never will. If my dad loved me, he wouldn’t have tried to sell me off to King Kane. He would have protected me. He would have fought for me. He did none of that.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa