My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book 소설 & 이야기

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

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

Mom asked in a stern voice. Uh-oh, here it comes. 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 Lucien. Various hunters had taken a shot at hunting Lucien. 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. Lucien was one of the nastiest and most evil vampires there was, killing him proved to be impossible.

"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.

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?”

So I didn't have to endure the embarrassment of being witnessed by my colony's men while being harassed by my father. "How ungrateful of you! Have you forgotten how many times you humiliated me in front of the crowd!" my father snapped. "Dozens of times you've been rejected by your Alpha mate, and humiliated me! Our pack is already dying, what can you do but make it harder for me? And in that moment, Hilbert came along and willingly bought you!" I couldn't believe it, my father so easily admitted that he had sold me to Hilbert. Even though I was his only daughter.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I breathed slowly. But the thoughts continued. My father… His image appeared whether I wanted it to or not. The serious face. The cold expression. The firm voice. The way he decided my fate. Sold. The word echoed inside my mind. Sold by my own father. My chest tightened. It hurt. It hurt more than anything else. My father didn’t hesitate. He didn’t try to protect me. He didn’t ask if I wanted that life. He just… handed me over.

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!!)?