9 Deuce Bloods Novels & Stories

I'm pushed away so hard and I stumble on top of Dee on the ground. The gunshot roars. CJ falls on his knees. His white shirt is stained with blood... Bloody blood.... ^^^^^^^

That desperate whisper. "Ninety days. That's all you have. Ninety days until the Blood Moon. Until he comes for you, just like he came for me."

The sound of people who have been carrying a specific tension for a long time and have just been permitted to put it down. Reece is the first. He drops to one knee. Quietly. Without announcement. Without waiting to see who else will follow or how long it takes or what the political calculation of the moment is. He simply goes down, one knee on the stone floor, his head inclined. Reece, who has never bent his knee to anything that didn't earn it. Then Cade. Then Senna. Then the warriors along the walls, one after another, the sound of it moving through the hall like the tide moving up a shore, unhurried, inevitable.

he picked on me again. “True that’s much quicker than this, maybe I will finally pay off the blood debt I owe Mercy” I mocked myself, Marcus looked at me shocked, Luca and John walked in and ordered beers “what’s so urgent that needed us to drop what we were doing?” Luca groaned taking a sip of his beers, Marcus looked at me seriously without his playful look “ blood debt, something like that, I’m still confused too” said Marcus “blood what?” both John and Luca shrieked, I took another swing of Lucas beer since I was out of shots.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

The trial didn’t feel like a victory; it felt like an autopsy. For six months, the world peered into the jagged, hollowed-out remains of the Laredo empire, picking through the bones of Ares Holdings and the “Contingency Fund” with a voyeuristic hunger. Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage.

The second followed after a two-second pause she stretched with precise intention—just long enough to coax a faint smile of victory to the corner of Luca’s mouth. Two. Natural nine. The number lay face-up on the table—blunt, absolute, like a blow delivered without warning. Luca went still, staring at the combination a beat too long for someone trying to maintain a reputation for composure. Behind his shoulder, two personal bodyguards exchanged a glance; a professional reflex that failed entirely to conceal the tension thickening in the room. The croupier slid the chips across the felt without a word. The denomination was too massive to require the formality of a voice. The room lost its nois

The city in the distance was shrouded in red mist, and here here was silence so deep it pressed against the bones. --- They passed through the corroded iron gate and entered Factory Nine. The air was freezing. Under the beam of their flashlights, dark stains painted the floor hundreds of blood marks forming twisted, ancient symbols: the sigils of the Blood Cult. At the center stood a long steel table, and from it hung a human body upside down, completely drained. “Dear God…” one of the hunters whispered. Evelyn stepped closer and activated her energy scanner. The needle spiked violently. “Someone performed a summoning ritual here. This level of energy… it’s inhuman.”

Still fighting. And this was only the beginning.