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

I looked at the candies on the floor, and hatred surged through me. In my last life, after Vincenzo had seized power, he locked my mother and me in the wine cellar under my family's villa and cut off all access to food and water. My mother had given me the last piece of moldy bread to protect me, but ultimately, we still starved to death together. That despair still made my whole body shake whenever I thought about it. I looked at him coldly. "I don't want your candy. You're a bad man! I hate you! After everything you've done, you'll get what you deserve!"

Belcalis stood alone in the large, quiet room and listened to the estate settle around her — the old sounds of old stone, the distant press of the forest, the low vibration of the territory that her wolf kept leaning toward like a plant turning to find light. She went to the window. The grounds were dark but her wolf eyes found the treeline easily. The forest was vast. Old. The kind of old that meant it had been planted deliberately, tended, shaped over time by someone with the patience to think in centuries. She thought about what Dara had said. Complicated. She thought about Charles Devereux saying, I didn't buy your freedom. I bought your time. There is a difference. She thought about the

he replies Nonchalantly like he hasn't just sold me to a strange man. "Father what's happening?" I tremble trying to compose myself . "You are paying daddy's debts," the other man whispers in my ear making my skin crawl. I knew that my father was into gambling so much he would even sell the furniture in the house sometimes but i didn't know it would take him this far .To sell his only daughter. What kind of father do i have ? What kind of hate did I deserve for him to just sell me to anyone because of money . The man grabs my hair and forces his lips on me. This was now or never . The only thing I had was my dignity to keep . I had to have courage . Immediately his lips landed on mine. I bit

" Wes handed her the tissue box that was kept on the side table. "I was 2 when my mother passed away," he said. "It seems unlikely that a vampire could pass away so quickly, but she did. My father tormented her to the point where she killed herself. I spent years with misinformation; my father fed lies to me. I used to love him, but one day I found the notes my mother had written, and I realized the truth. That man, whom I call 'father', and who calls himself a king, does not deserve to be one. And I've finally discovered how to defeat him," he said, looking into her slightly dilated eyes. "So believe me when I say that I can help you."

My father said with a smile on his face. “Father, I’m telling you this is a bad idea, vampires on this planet can’t be trusted nothing she says or promises won’t be true. We should just wait for the werewolves to find my daughter and bring her here for a trade like you planned.” I said, trying to get my father to change his mind. The werewolves don’t need anyone else after them. “My king we have capture the vampire queen we had to tie her up and gag her she killed five of our men before we was able to capture her. My father smiled, “Impressive.” He said as he walked out of the lab. It was impressive especially knowing what effect we have on the vampires. We could hear her growling and causin

I needed him to continue; I needed him to tell me everything. “I know what he is, Tessa,” my father shocked me again by saying. “What?” I asked, trying to steady my trembling hands by holding onto my fingers. “What are you talking about?” He met my eyes before he said, “I know that Joseph is a vampire.”

“Do you know?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I’m a two-hundred-year-old vampire, Father. Babysitting some impulsive, loud-mouthed –eighteen year old is beneath me. I hate that fucking kid!” Father’s amusement didn’t fade. If anything, his smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he was enjoying this far too much. “Hate, you say?” he asked, his tone light, teasing. “Care to elaborate? What’s got my centuries-old son so riled up about a mere mortal?”

I proceed to the bookshelves and search for the book that interests my curiosity. "Dad, how did he do that?" I heard them. "What do you expect from your next Alpha? Weak?" "He is incredible." "He is more than that Steve." "I want to be just like him." "Then remain seated and finish your work." There it is, I pulled the book from the shelf. Documented records about the cases of werewolves losing control of themselves. My mother was one of them. I walked outside the terrace; tomorrow is a full moon. It was also the full moon when my Father was left without a choice and killed my Mother. He did that in order to protect me, all of its horrors came rushing back to me.

I'll be the one to haunt him down. Before our dad was killed, I have figure out the things that he never confess to us, even my mom don't have any ideas about it. Dad was hiding some weird letters that mentioning about vampires and werewolves. It made me curious but I haven't shared anything about it with my brothers. They will call me weird if I'm going to share about those mythical creatures. Dad was very mysterious but I was a detective at my age. I'm silent but notice everything. I won't stop until I'll find out the answer and get what I want. I sneak into dad's private room, looking for some shreds of evidence but then I've found a book that changed my life forever.

That howl felt too familiar. I gasped. “Dad!!!” I left grandpa’s body and rushed towards my father. The last vampire alive had attacked him had crushed his ribs with force. The rest of the warriors also rushed towards him, but me being faster than the rest of them, managed to reach him sooner. I roared at him angrily before clawing his heart out and crushing it. The vampire dropped dead, but instead of rejoicing for winning the war, I knelt down beside my father, who was now struggling to breath. He had morphed back to his human form. I quickly cover his body and then, Finn shifted back, allowing me to spend this crucial time with my father.