My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

my father commanded. I stared at him in disbelief. What did he possibly think I could do? I decided to ask him between gags. To my amazement, he wanted me to either heal her or cut her head off! The man had gone mad. I searched the room for my mother and found her pasty white faced and crouched behind the peach colored wing backed chair near the fireplace. When I made a move toward her, she screamed for me to stay away. Somehow, my parents had learned of my supernatural side, but didn’t yet understand it. Somehow my parents had learned that I’d been dating a vampire and he gave me his blood. Somehow, my parents knew Bobby was the son of a vampire. Somehow—between the time I’d left and my re

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.

But memories can never really die, and even the dead have a way of clawing their way through the soil and finding you. “My father’s always been afraid of me. Maybe a little jealous of what I can do. But I know he fears what is different and hates what he can’t control.” I shake my head, tears filling my eyes. “And he could never control my powers. So, when I was nine years old, he sold me to the highest bidder.” “Sold you?”

The other packs around the province cowered at his very presence. Rumors had it that he killed his own parents. What was he doing here? What deal did he cut with my father? I'd barely wrapped my head around it when my father spoke. “Come here!” Father ordered me. “Here, take her and do whatever you wish with her. From now on, she's your slave.” A loud bang sounded in my head, blurring my thoughts. My own father sold me out to a ruthless Alpha? Betrayal, and one other emotion I didn't have a name for hit me like a ton of bricks.

I snapped at him, wiggling in my chair that they had kept me tied, " IT'S YOU!! YOU.. WHAT..do you want from me!" My father was dead. He didn't hunt any werewolves in his last days of life. He warned me not to cross paths with any werewolves. That man smirked, walking up to me, " We meet again, dear VISENYA!" His cold hand caressed my cheek. I had to clamp my teeth together to not make a whine. His touch ignited some sparks on my skin. I whispered in tears, feeling helpless in this state, " What do..you want from me?"

A strike come from the vampire hurled my father cape. As my vision clear, the Grand Alpha chocked the blood sucker. "Don't be a fool, that will never happen.” and smash the vampire once again in the floor. “Unlike you, he is not weak.” Father pull out his favorite string. Simple but a deadly weapon. He faced me. Gave me a grin. “Do what you have to do EL." I nodded at my father. “Then, you must go.” And I ran towards the stairs. I quickly heard the vampire struggling from my father's clutches. That scum blood was very unfortunate by running towards the Grand Alpha.

“Why?” He gives me a pointed look. “Because it’s crazy? Who in their sane mind buys humans? That was our father's thing, not him. I worried, for a moment, that he was going down that path. But when he told us it was you, I was a hundred percent in support.” “Why?” I ask again, but my voice is small and uncertain this time. I knew the rundown version already. My father tried to sell me to the Hawthornes when I was much younger, placing me on the bidding table as he did with a bunch of other shady people. That was after he racked up so much debt he had to sell my mom’s company to them for a pinched penny.

Perhaps the others from my town, my pack, would have, but I couldn’t see them in the room with as crowded as it was. Looking at her, seeing her sincerity and conviction, in this moment, I was utterly convinced that she had entirely lost her mind. How could they be flattered to be chosen by our slavers? My father died at the hands of the vampires, so I didn’t care what they had to offer. I wouldn’t be swayed by things like immortality or pleasure. I would never give in to the so-called Vampire Duke. Lucy lifted her chin, staring down her nose at me.

HAZEL** “Sold,” my father declared coldly, stripping the moment of all warmth. “She is now yours.” The word struck me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. My father had just bartered me away to Lucian D'Arden, the formidable Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack. Would I ever be enough to satisfy him? From my earliest memories, I had been a source of disappointment to my father, the daughter he never wanted to have.

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.