My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

I was wise enough to keep my mouth shut when needed to survive. After our country was taken over by the vampire race, blood donations and high taxes were required to maintain peace. But if parents donated their children to the orphanage to be raised as future pets, they earned a major tax deduction. When I was six, my mother was tragically killed by a vampire. Since I never knew who my father was, custody was immediately transferred to my aunt, who despised me almost as much as Mr. Cliff. Caring for me became too much, so my aunt eventually sent me to live at the orphanage, where Mr. Cliff became my owner and conducted a fruitless attempt to raise me as a pet.

Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family. -" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, someti

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

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

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

"It's a really is a pity." —No! —My father's hands hold me back as I wake up frightened —D—Dad? —It's me. —He hugs me when he sees me trembling. —Serena, what's wrong, are you... pale? Seeing my hands that won't stop shaking, I realize that I was drawing too much attention from my father, but remembering what happened in the forest terrifies me with fear, "It was him, a vampire" my father lulls me in his arms to calm me down.

Then a scary-looking man with one eye and an eye patch on the left, who seems like the leader of those four guys talking to father while he was begging him to let go of his wife and daughter. Still, trying to understand the whole thing going on when I heard my mother's voice "take her and leave our child" my father followed immediately pleading with the man to take me and leave Stella. I was dumbstruck. Instead of my parents looking for a way to settle the matter, they want to give me away. "Why?" I asked myself, why are they always treating me like this? The one-eyed man immediately came in front of me, checking me out and he touched my face and squeezed my breast "so soft and tender," he s

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!!)?

My father was planning to sell me off to some rich old man who already had more wives than he could count. I on the other hand wasn't just going to let it happen, I had plans of my own. I had gathered supplies and was planning to escape when the Vampires attacked our Village in the middle of the night. Lives were lost and chaos ensued. I was unable to escape from the pandemonium and decided to hide. They eventually reached our home and attempted to kill all of us but my father offered me and my two sisters to the Vampires in exchange for his life and the life of my mother.

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.