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

I forged ahead, reading more of the highlighted sentences. My eyes landed on one that made my breath hitch. 📔"A SECRET HE NEVER TOLD ME, HE WAS A VAMPIRE"📔 I froze. Who was a vampire? My father? But I never saw him or knew anything about him. Every time I asked Grandpa, he always changed the topic. My thoughts swirled in confusion, but I couldn’t stop reading. I turned to the next page, and another highlighted sentence stared back at me.

I try to blink them away, but doing that worsens it. Zeke says the last words I want to hear right now. "Your father sold you to me and I paid every penny. There's nothing that can be done at this point." My steps falter and I lose my balance. I'm lucky the bed is there to catch my fall. How could he? Without letting me know, my father sold me to a total stranger, just after promising me to the Alpha of a rival pack. I can see that Zeke feels uncomfortable being in the same room with me as I cry and bare all my pain.

My father's voice cut through the eerie silence. "Virgin?" he asked. My father nodded. A cold realization gripped my heart—my worst nightmare was unfolding before my eyes. I was being sold. This was common here at crest haven, but who knew it would happen to me? Fear and disbelief mingled as I stood there, frozen in the suffocating reality. The room seemed to spin, and I stumbled on my feet. It was happening too fast, this night felt like the night I had come home to see my mother's bloody head in my father's hand.

With my freed hand, I grabbed the arm of one of the vamps, pumping him full of the electrical current from the tips of my fingers, frying him to the point that he smelt like burnt meat. The other vamp’s eyes widened in surprise at his friend’s new situation. He let go of me as he took a step back as the other vamp fell to the ground between us. I went to raise my hand to zap him to dust but my father beat me to the kill. Blind siding him and taking him down to the ground, doing the same to him as he did to the vamp before. My father’s eyes then moved to mine and I could see the compassion and worry in them for my safety at that moment but I wasn’t going to leave the battlefield like he wante

"You have to promise not to tell Zeus about it." "Hmm...that is huge, what could that be that you don't want your brother to know about it?" I swallowed hard as my eyes flickered with uncertainty as I hesitated, but I had to let it out, my words coming out in a rush. "It's about... Rayvan, he sold me to the vampires as their blood bank..." "What the fuck?" He growls and I shut my eyes almost immediately. "Stop it..." My voice was barely audible. "Sorry, that asshole did show his true colors and aren't you...."

“That's partially correct. My father, Marcus, was a very strong alpha wolf, and I was his only son and heir to his pack. His territory was far from here, very far from here, in a not-too-large village, and we were charged to protect all the people, humans, and wolves alike that lived in the territory from creatures who tasted blood, a job we did pretty fine for so many years until he came.” “Who came?” Adams asked, noticing the sudden shift in Lucian's demeanor. “A man, a strange-looking man, but he was no man. He was a blood-sucking demon, a vampire, and he had an unquenchable taste for blood that I haven't seen before. My father led the charge against this monster with his mighty pack and

I felt his hands on mine, it was like a ticklish sensation, my eyes moved up to his, and for the first time, I noticed his green eyes. “I am!., do you..” “My father was a werewolf,” I told him without letting him finish. Hell no that beast wasn’t my father, my stepfather who sold me out, who ruined my life, who hit and treated me like a diseased person. He physically abused me, verbally and emotionally, who in their right mind sells a thirteen-year-old girl into slavery and prostitution all in the name of he found his mate late when she had already given birth to an abomination (me!!)?

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

“He can say that one more time and I’m taking his head.” Elara snapped, “You’re both missing the point. If the wolves get to him first, they’ll drag him into the prophecy. If the vampires get him first, they’ll bleed him dry. Your father is trying to sell him to both sides.” I wasn’t surprised because i knew for a fact he doesn’t love me as a son but wants to sell me again. I looked down at the collar around my neck, then at the blood on the floor, then at the two people staring at me like I was already slipping out of reach.

"Mom, can all vampires feel their bloodline like this? I felt it — does that mean I'm close to awakening? I want to tell Father when he gets back." He put on his best training clothes. Spent a month carving a blood-seal stone by hand. Then looked up at me, nervous, and asked: "Do you think Father will like it?" "Of course he will," I said. "You're his only son." But when we went to meet Kaelan at the territory border, he walked out holding Vivienne's hand, Damian at his side. A human woman. A human boy. Luka and I stood there and didn't move.