My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Read Online Mga Nobela at Kwento

he practically purred, picking up my hand, kissing the back of it, his words trailing down my skin like his touch would’ve, making me want to curl up and away from him. Ah. My fiancé was a vampire, I was basically being sold to a dangerous man who had no care for my autonomy seeing as he tried to lay a compulsion on me five minutes into our first meeting. My father wanted me dead. And somehow I knew that was the least shocking revelation I’d have that day.

I felt his hands on mine, it was like a ticklish sensation, my eyes moved up to his, 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 step father who sold me out, who ruined my life, who hit and treated me like a diseased person . He physically abused me , vabaly 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!!).

“We have three hours. Three. My father forced me into this — and now I have to cooperate with some stupid mortal on top of it.” “I’m of noble blood,” she continued, disgust curling through every word, “and I’m reduced to this. Father says we only need his sperm. How exactly are we supposed to make him release it?” She threw her hands up. “I don’t even know what’s going on in my father’s head anymore. Everyone’s lost their minds. And now I have to fight over him — with that stupid toy Ruby.” “Gosh.” She exhaled sharply. “This is beyond annoying.”

He was moving, to check what was going on and whatever he saw made him pale before he looked at me with barely hidden pain and determination. "The vampires have found me, I need to go." Dad said and I was in shock. Dad had no wolf. He was defenseless. If he fought with vampires, he would die and I wasn't even there to do anything for him. No, my father couldn't die. Not like this. "Dad, no. Please run away." I begged, clutching my daughter to my chest. My dad frowned like I was the one being unreasonable instead of him wanting to face down with vampires without a wolf.

he said, his voice dripping with vile satisfaction. My father chuckled, smiling proudly, as if receiving a compliment on a piece of art. “I only have the one, unfortunately,” he replied. Mr. Drake nodded. “No matter. The deal is done. It’s time to go.” I turned to my father, my voice trembling as I pleaded, “Please, Father, don’t let them take me. I’ll do anything. Don’t sell me.” His response was swift and brutal—a sharp slap across my face, followed by a cruel kick to my stomach.

"Mom, can all vampires feel their bloodline like this? I felt it — does that mean I'm close to awakening? I want to tell Father when he gets back." He put on his best training clothes. Spent a month carving a blood-seal stone by hand. Then looked up at me, nervous, and asked: "Do you think Father will like it?" "Of course he will," I said. "You're his only son." But when we went to meet Kaelan at the territory border, he walked out holding Vivienne's hand, Damian at his side. A human woman. A human boy. Luka and I stood there and didn't move.

I give him a sheepish smile. There isn't a reply—my father stands before me like a tower, eyes entirely emotionless as he approaches me. Sudden fright gnaws my mind. Something is wrong, and my bare feet begin to backpedal, get away from my father, who is zombie-walking. I lift my chin to read his face, only to scream once his bear paws land on my fragile shoulders. His vampiric claws dig under my dress, drawing blood from my skin as if he were possessed.

"Any man who dares come near you will be digging his own grave." I chuckled, finding a spark of confidence to taunt him further. Placing my hands on my waist, I shook my head rhythmically, as though swaying to music only I could hear. "You know what, Damon? Right before you took me, my father sold me to another Don. So, technically, I’m his, not yours." His reaction was immediate. He rose from his chair, and walked toward me. His cologne was intoxicating and woodsy, wrapping around me like a trap.

My father smiled, glad that she asked. "Let's just say my people have been working on a weapon that will paralyzed them. It will allow you to do whatever you want to do even turn them into those little hybrids you have been making. with my weapon you can get the strongest werewolves to do your bidding." My father answered. "And if I say no?” “Well, I would tell you to ask one of the three men over there but it seems as if they have been over cooked. My father said pointing to the liquid sun. The vampire Queen’s fearless demeanor faltered when she realize her position. She straighten her back and looked my father in the eyes. “What is your plan?” she asked and my father smiled with excitement

"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.