Blood And Money Novels & Stories

Selina raised her red lips, her face full of mockery, which in her ash gray eyes was also an irrepressible mockery: - Why do you think I need to force? No need to force them, I used the money to buy blood. Humans can sell hearts, livers, lungs, eyeballs,... even their relatives. Glasses of blood are nothing to them. As long as you have money, you can buy everything. Hearing this, Oralie lowered her eyes slightly, and in those blue eyes, there seemed to be smoke flowing again. The phantom, again flickering softly in the eyes, sang a song that made people fall.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

He said to himself hugging the envelope of money as his life depended on it. “You know I have a share of that money right?" his wife asked. Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Some people got to have it Hey, Hey, Hey - some people really need it Hey, listen to me, y'all do thangs, do thangs, do thangs - bad things with it Well, you wanna do thangs, do thangs, do thangs -

“They’re mercs. Paid soldiers. Insurance policies waiting to be cashed. It’s off the books, off the grid. They’re just weapons for hire.” Fiona limps over, drops beside me, her head against my shoulder. “Whoever’s behind this has money to burn and too much power. Hell, maybe the president’s got your photo framed above his desk.” Drake pulls us both in tighter. For a moment, all we can do is breathe. And wait for the next war.

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It All The past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul. She was sixteen when she watched her father die. The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.

“But I do know he won’t tell you anything. He’d rather die.” The king drops my father. Linus crumbles to the ground, his eyes big with fear. Strange how revolted I am by the man I used to see as my hero and protector. “Here--” I hand my mother the satchel --“pay your rent. There should be enough.” Her mouth drops open. “We can’t accept your money.” “It’s blood money,” my father says, but his eyes light up with greed. “How much is it?” Was he always this wretched? “I don’t know. I haven’t counted. A lot--” I turn back to my mother --“take it, I don’t need it.”

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

"The blood-born. Malakai is pulling in the feral lineages, the mercenaries of the night who don't care for treaties or sovereign law." "He thinks he's being clever," Tala spat, a dangerous spark of static electricity crackling across her knuckles as her fury mounted. "He thinks because he commands a global fortune, he can treat the ancient bloodlines like a private security firm. He has absolutely no concept of what he is unleashing. The blood-born don't follow corporate contracts, Soren. They follow hunger."

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S