Bad Blood The Naturals Novels & Stories

I already knew the answer. “I want you to sign this contract. This is the only way for you to pay me back what you owe me.” He was an asshole. He wanted me to trade my freedom for the money that he didn’t even need. He was a fucken rich asshole, why would he want me to repay him?

I walked over to the door, pulling it open with a calm, untouchable expression. Beta Marcus stood in the hallway, his posture rigid. On the silver tray in his hands sat a crystal chalice filled with a thick, dark crimson liquid—the nutrient draught Richard had promised. "Luna Natalie," Marcus said, bowing his head respectfully. "The Alpha ordered me to deliver this personally. It is a concentrated extract of blood-root and mountain iron. It will restore the spiritual energy you expended at the dawn assembly."

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

I looked at her legs, the blood was slowly gushing out increasing the pain that she had tried to conceal. “How do I help?” I asked mama taking the stance of a man. “Ikem, get water” she replied almost immediately. Ikem took the bucket and set off swiftly then she turned towards me “you will have to control the bleeding” I nodded my head, taking recognition of the task placed on me. “Find an onugbu leaf, cut as much as possible and find a cloth or wrapper.” I surveyed the forest as I found an onugbu tree, I cut off leaves as much as I could then rushed back to mama.

How could they ever sleep knowing they had caused such trauma to a kid. “Ok stay strong baby, I need to talk to him, I need to get through to him” Her side goes quiet so I cut the link and I try to open one up with caden “Caden?” “No!” He snaps back pushing me out, I push back “No caden I’m real! I need you to help me get you and Baylee out of there! Please I’m real!” “No your not! They made it so we can’t link each other” “They did but they never realised you have a natural link with aspen and Baylee, you don’t need to blood share for that, it’s how I’m talking to you, it’s through aspen”

I cringe at the idea. Rowan instantly notices my distaste and rolls his eyes. “It’s not blood. I don’t drink blood like that. I have a small refrigerator where I keep bags, or I go to my brother’s Halo and take it from a donor. At his no-nonsense tone, a blush creeps up my neck, and I want to facepalm myself. I feel like such a newb. “Sorry, it’s just…umm…I know so little about you and what you are?”

It’s surprised out of her, loud, delighted. "Okay, yes. Yes! I know a place, it does adaptogenic cocktails but they also have normal alcohol, I promise, I'm not going to make you drink mushrooms. Unless you want to. It’s great for stress. I’m not allowed either but they have great mocktails too. Eight?" "Eight is perfect." "Natasha. I'm really glad you called." She says it plainly, no wellness gloss on it at all. We hang up, and the picture of Hannah with the laser pointer is still there in my head.