Novel & Cerita My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Best

I asked him, as I found myself wondering if there now was a connection between everything going on here in the city, and my attacker. “I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I know those damn vamps were involved, as his body was drained of every ounce of its blood when he was found. Something tells me though that he was doing a job for them, so he could buy himself some more time, to come up with the money he needed to save the bookstore. I know that may sound awful to you, but you have to understand that this was the only thing he had left of my mother’s. Like I said, I just wished he would have come to me for help.” He said as he put his head down, and my heart ached once again for him knowin

I stormed out of the cafeteria, not caring about the dozens of eyes tracking my every move. I headed to the bathroom to tidy up—or more like lock myself in a stall and cry my eyes out. It hurt. The lies, the betrayal… and the connection I was starting to make to the one thing that had haunted me for years: my father’s death. He was murdered—by a vampire, if my suspicions were right. ⸻ The house felt cold. It always had since my father died. “Mom?” I called out. Usually, she’d be in the kitchen, burning dinner with another failed recipe, or out working. But she had told me she had the day off. I needed to talk to her—desperately.

I felt his hands on mine, it was like a ticklish sensation, my eyes moved up to his, 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 step father who sold me out, who ruined my life, who hit and treated me like a diseased person . He physically abused me , vabaly 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 tried listened to my mom go through the same basic lecture she always gave about being careful and avoiding staring the vamps in the eyes, but for the most part I zoned out. As usual, when she finished her standard five minute lecture she mentioned my dad. "Your father used to be reckless too you know?" she said making me feel guilty. My father died three years ago. He was killed by a vampire name Lucas. Various hunters both weak and strong had taken a shot at hunting Lucas. All had failed and only few had survived the task. My mother herself had tried four times to avenge my father, but it never worked. Lucas was one of the nastiest and most evil vampires there was, killing him proved to

I heard something from the back of the house where my dad was. “Dad?” I asked, listening. I got up. The door slammed open. “Run, Trinity!” Dad yelled as he fell out the door. Another body jumped on top of him and buried his face in my dad’s neck. Dad cried out, slamming his fist into the side of the man’s head, but he didn’t let up. Vampire. My gut clenched. I turned to run as more of them stumbled out of the bedroom and came towards me. I screamed and rushed towards the kitchen. The backdoor slammed open.

"Any man who dares come near you will be digging his own grave." I chuckled, finding a spark of confidence to taunt him further. Placing my hands on my waist, I shook my head rhythmically, as though swaying to music only I could hear. "You know what, Damon? Right before you took me, my father sold me to another Don. So, technically, I’m his, not yours." His reaction was immediate. He rose from his chair, and walked toward me. His cologne was intoxicating and woodsy, wrapping around me like a trap.

I give him a sheepish smile. There isn't a reply—my father stands before me like a tower, eyes entirely emotionless as he approaches me. Sudden fright gnaws my mind. Something is wrong, and my bare feet begin to backpedal, get away from my father, who is zombie-walking. I lift my chin to read his face, only to scream once his bear paws land on my fragile shoulders. His vampiric claws dig under my dress, drawing blood from my skin as if he were possessed.

he winked at me before he walked out of my room and closed the door behind him. And then it sank in that my father, the one who was supposed to love and protect me as his daughter, sold me off to a monster. I stumbled on the bed and cried as I sat down. My father was many things, but I never thought that one day he’d sell me for money. It would've been better if he were man enough to kill me the day my mother gave birth to me if he knew he'd ruin my life. But hell no, I refused to stay in that room and feel sorry for myself.

When Maya felt the time was right, she decided to ask Ankit's Grandpa about vampires. Maya "Grandpa, Ankit told me you know a lot about vampires. I'm researching them. Could you please help me?" Ankit's Grandpa "Dear, my father too used to research on the vampires. He has even written a book. Very few copies of that book were sold at that time. But, I suggest you don't research on vampires." Maya "Why Grandpa?" Grandpa "My father didn't get the recognition, he felt he deserved. Vampires became his obsession. He had gone insane. He always felt someone was watching him. He suffered a lot in his last days."

His eyes went to me, and he smiled. "I know I look familiar to you. Hello, My Granddaughter," the man said. That was when I realized he was my mom's father and a vampire. "Now, if you don't want your mom to die. You better come over here and drink this, or I will have your grandfather kill your mother," Mr. King said. I looked at my mom, and she looked like she was out of it. They obviously had drugged her. "You would kill your own daughter?" I asked