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Ariel I turned nineteen two days ago. Before I could enjoy my birthday, a vampire invited himself to the party and grandly introduced himself as my father. I thought my dad died through a rogue's attack, can you imagine how shocked I was? that is not the shocking part, he drugged and kidnapped me. I don't know what serum he injected into my system but my body is paralysed. I have been laying in this bed for two days, being used as his blood bank.

I feel no remorse, no satisfaction as his screams die out. I watch until he’s nothing but a pile of ash. I continue to stare long after the flames have died out before I feel my father come up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I turn to look at him; he’s pretty beaten up. But I’d expect a lot worse for someone who took on ten vampires simultaneously. “He’s gone, darling.” my dad says, and I nod, not saying anything “I think your mate is going to combust if you don’t let him stand up,” he says, looking at Roman just as I feel his anxiety pour in through the bond

3 sample rules. By the time of my 6 birthday, I was ready to be sold. I stood in line in a green dress, with stockings, and black shoes. They were all won in my dad's gambling games so they were nice looking. I was the only one in line that looked decent. I stood there from dusk till dawn. When my dad was beginning to lose hope, a car pulled up. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to my dad though. A car meant a rich vampire. Even taxi drivers had at least 50 dollars. When the guy got out, and my dad saw his outfit and face, he stood up straight. He poked me in the middle of my back, making me stand up straight too. I did not recognize the man, but my dad did. I looked down at the man's

Three soldiers in crimson strode in — pale-skinned, sharp-featured, every step silent as the grave. Vampires. My breath hitched. That was when I knew. This wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a test. It was real. “Father,” I said, bowing hurriedly until my nails dug into the floorboards. “Can you really bear it? I’ll be killed.” My nose was already touching the floorboards in desperation. I breathed the oil and salt heavily. I kept telling myself this was just another power play. My own father couldn't really be that cruel.

Raising my brow I asked why? "I will share my memories of your parents with you through my blood, drink from me to know who you are," Atlas stated briskly. Hesitantly I grabbed his wrist and slowly sank my incisors into his flesh. My eyes started glowing as the pictures were played in a sequence, making more sense to me. My father is a huge badass and my mother is a mere human that had been turned into a vampire by my dad. The ancient wolf I had, I'd inherited from him along with my hellfire. They both loved me and decided that being with the wolves was for the best after much heartache. My father said that I was destined for greatness. Tears fell from my shocked eyes as I glanced at the odd

Your pack will suffer. But how could I live like this? With three monsters calling me mate? My voice cracked as I whispered, “My father… he agreed to this?” None of them answered. The silence was enough. My father didn’t just agree. He sold me.He sold me to them like I was nothing more than a toy. The world tilted, the edges of my vision blurring. My heart was pounding so fast I could hardly breathe.And then, everything went black.

With my freed hand, I grabbed the arm of one of the vamps, pumping him full of the electrical current from the tips of my fingers, frying him to the point that he smelt like burnt meat. The other vamp’s eyes widened in surprise at his friend’s new situation. He let go of me as he took a step back as the other vamp fell to the ground between us. I went to raise my hand to zap him to dust but my father beat me to the kill. Blind siding him and taking him down to the ground, doing the same to him as he did to the vamp before. My father’s eyes then moved to mine and I could see the compassion and worry in them for my safety at that moment but I wasn’t going to leave the battlefield like he wante

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!!)?

“But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem. When he finished, Aurora’s eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. “You know it by heart?” “Not all of it, but every night my father would read it aloud in his study. I sat outside the door and listened. He did it all of my life.” “Gabriel, do you think there’s some

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.