The Vampire's Sweet Secret

Note: This book was updated in 2026. Older comments may reflect a previous version of the story and may no longer fit the chapters. Warning: This book contains ab*se, violence, off-screen s*x*al ass**lt, death, and explicit s*x scenes. -Everly- “I will not have it in my house!” my father shouts. “Please, my dear, she knows that.” “Then why does she continue to disgrace us in this manner?” he yells so loudly the walls shake. I watch a small figurine shaking on a shelf, studying it intently. It’s a small warrior—sword held high, shield raised—like he’s on a quest to save someone. Ironic, I think. When has my father ever lifted a sword that wasn’t in the shape of a feather pen? “She made a mistake,” my mother says, trying to touch him, but he pushes her away, continuing to pace the living room. “How many mistakes is that now?” “She will learn!” “How old is she now, huh? Is that not a grown woman?” he yells, pointing at me. I meet his gaze, seeing the disgust in his eyes, but it no longer shocks me. “She will never do it again, I promise,” my mother says. “Ha!” my father bursts out laughing, and my mother rushes to my side, almost kneeling beside the large chair I sit in, gently grasping my arm. “Tell him, Everly. Tell him this is the last time.” “Like the last time I said it?” My mother shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “This time, you mean it.” I glance at my father, seeing him watch us intently, waiting for my response. “What does it matter what I say? He knows.” “What do I know, daughter?” “You know I’m not changing. No matter how much you want me to, this is who I am. This is who I will always be.” “She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” my mother says, rising again and standing in front of me like a shield. I see my father clench his jaw, the muscles flexing. His lip curls away from his fangs as he hisses at me. “Out! I want you out!” “As expected,” I whisper, reaching for my bag and sword that lean against my chair. “Everly!” my mother pleads, grasping my arm to stop me. I look into her eyes, seeing the way she begs me to stay, to say exactly what she wants me to… It hurts. “I’m sorry, Mother,” I reply, pulling away before facing my father. “He won’t believe a word I say anyway.” “Because you’re a liar! And you’re a…” “I’m a what?” I challenge. He points at me, his hand shaking, but he can’t speak the words. I let out a mocking sound, humored by his behavior. “Go!” he demands. “Never return!” I laugh again. “I will see you again soon.” “Never! This time I mean it. Stay away!” I shrug, then start to leave the room. “Everly!” my mother shouts after me. I look over my shoulder, seeing her clutch her skirt as she rushes after me, her jewelry dangling. I stop at the front door, opening it but waiting for her. She’s out of breath from the short distance alone. She grabs my arm again. “It will be okay,” she assures me. “I’m all right, Mother. I’ve survived out there before. I will again.” “Just…” She glances behind her, where we can both see my father standing by the fireplace, staring into the fire. She turns back to me. “I’ll calm him. He’ll change his mind soon enough and invite you back.” “I know, Mother. I know how this goes.” I turn to leave, but she grasps my hand, holding me back. “Just hold on until then. He will invite you back. I promise.” I squeeze her hand before pulling away. “And then he will send me away again.”