My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

" One of them hissed, their eyes glinting in the moonlight. Emaline is acutely aware of the vampire's precise location. A man's voice, seemingly delighted with their progress, could be heard. "No! No way, Ema! I do not desire such a thing! Even if your father and I perish!" The obstinate denial of Emaline's mother Emaline's father was breathing heavily. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing his piercing gaze as he fixed his sight on his beloved daughter. It also shook its head. "Don't do that, Ema. I'll do anything for you, my child," he whispered softly to his child. His father caressed her cheek with his cold, pale hand. The maiden's tears continued to cascade down her cheeks, landing on he

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.

“No, Harley. It isn’t from a lover. Let me tell you from the start.” I said, my voice low but carrying the weight of years I had buried deep. Harley’s eyes relaxed instantly, providing me the necessary courage to continue. “My life in the Ledger mansion was normal when my father was alive. But the day he died, everything I knew turned to hell. My stepmom and stepbrother made sure I could never forget that I was a bastard vampire.” Even now, the words tasted bitter on my tongue. I pressed my fingers against the edge of the plushie, grounding myself.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair as confusion and uncertainties began to crawl on his skin. “Unable to meet your father, and unable to be claimed by him has caused me dearly because the moment I arrived home, my father was waiting for me. Instead of sending me to my room or contacting your father once again, he sold my virginity to one of his regulars who was willing to give up his pack just to have me and my virginity.” I felt my body tremble as the clarity of what had happened that night played in my mind like it just happened yesterday. “My own father sold me to that old douchebag and I have no powers to fight him then,” I cried out, my voice breaking just like how my heart does whenever

"You have to fight through it." But then something strange happened. Through the pain, I started to see things. Like dreams but more real. I saw my father when he was younger. He was standing in front of a beautiful woman with long black hair. She was crying. "Please don't do this, Lazarus," the woman said. "She's just a baby.” He smiled like someone who's on a mission, "She's our daughter," my father replied. “She's not just our daughter.” But the next to take over my throne. "And she will be the most powerful vampire that ever lived."

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.

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.

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!"

My father was among the top-class richest men in Lycaonia, and he dreaded the werewolves like death. The humans stayed away from them, never getting involved with whatever they did except for intertrading. But Ava wouldn’t want to know; she caused trouble as long as I was going to get involved. I rose to fame two years ago. When Ava had stolen a storybook while at college. It happened that the book belonged to the werewolves. The owner reported to her father, who ordered Ava should be beaten up. I had taken those strokes for her after her mom persuaded Father to force me to do it.

If he wasn't a vampire, he'd have so many wrinkles for keeping such a straight face. "Who's your father?" he asked. "I heard his name is Alucard…" I stopped and brought out the picture of my dad from my pocket. "Here's a picture of him," my voice trembled as I handed the picture to him. Alistair took the picture from me, his eyes on it as he tightened his hands around it. "Alucard has a daughter… How strange? Now I understand why I felt a strange pull toward you," he said. "My dad is a vampire, which means… I might be one of you," I whispered. His cold gaze snapped toward me.