Blood And Money Novels & Stories

"I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called business genius, you're surprisingly slow." I bit my lip as the sound of waves crashing behind us echoed in my ears. My body shook uncontrollably—a reflex I could not suppress. Ethan looked at me, and I tried to find something, anything, in his gaze. I was too focused, catching a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Still can't decide? Is it that hard? Need a push?" Amber asked. "Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me."

“That’s why we need to change the rules.” I frowned. “What rules?” “The ones that say you’re unclaimed.” The word hit me harder than I expected. “I’m not an object,” I said sharply. “I know,” he replied immediately. “That’s why this works.” He stood, pacing once - just once - before stopping in front of me. “In our world,” he continued, “blood alone isn’t protection. A name is. A public tie. Something that turns threats into declarations of war.” My pulse quickened.

"Madam, even if we can draw 800cc of blood from him, it will not be enough for the master. You have seen that the master has too many injuries, and this amount of blood can only ensure that the surgery goes smoothly, but it can not get the master out of danger." "Draw his blood anyway. Someone will come forward soon. There is nothing we cannot do with money. Besides, the Ye family can afford it. Just raise the price if there are any problems." "Mango had never felt that being wealthy was a good thing before, but at this moment, she was very grateful for the Ye Family's wealth." "After the man donated 800cc of blood, although he was a little dizzy, he was still very happy to have received two

If I can trust Dell, then I can trust Griffin. Everything will be okay. "I got a flash of something. The words are a bit broken. But essentially, a guy was telling me that he killed Richard and that he used his father's money to buy this truck. I don't know how it's connected to killing Richard." Griffin leans back to examine the truck. He walked around it and I followed him, ignoring the spreading pang around the crown of my head. I think I might need to sit down after this. We walked to the back of the truck, and Griffin pulled out a knife.

It was a stark reminder of the depths of her betrayal and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her twisted goals. The sight of that large sum of money fueled a surge of anger within me. It was a stark reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the individuals involved in this deadly game. They valued human life so little that they were willing to pay a small fortune to snuff it out without a second thought.

"You messaged." Oh. It's her. The one known for black-market blood deals. She'd been doing it under the radar for years—selling blood, mostly omega, sometimes alpha, to labs or rogue buyers. She paid well. Real well. "It's me," I said quickly. "How much money do you need?" "Only about four thousand," I replied, voice tight. She raised a brow. "That much? That'll cost you more than three bags—at least." "I know. Just do it," I snapped.

“We’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll start over. No matter what it takes.” The sound of the machines, the distant voices in the hallway, my own heart pounding and refusing to calm started to get to me. And behind it all was nothing. Nothing but Zelda’s smile. Renee’s laughter, sharp and mean—like her curling up on her couch with popcorn to watch me fall apart. The money was heavy in my account. A hundred million dollars. Blood money. Freedom money. Whatever I wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had it, that I could walk away.

“What is it this time?” “Why are you spending so much on an RV? Do you even have that money?” I didn’t answer the first part and gave him a simple “Yes” I decided not to explain much and just opened my new phone and showed him my savings his eyes widened. “That's...” he gulped”..a lot of zeros…what did you do, rob a bank?” Ii am… well I was …” I tilted my head, looking for the word.” I was paid to kill people” I shrugged.

The ink waits for my blood to sign the deal. I have bled for family before. Not out of loyalty and certainly never out of love, purely out of survival and being the wrong child in the wrong house, a mafia bastard carrying the name only when it suited them. Blood never bought me belonging. It bought me chains. “Last chance, Salomé,” he says, my name a slow blade. “Do you believe in debts written in blood.” “No.” He looks pleased in a way that makes my nerves spark and sighs happily.

Ashton defended. “If you answer my question, I will surely give you a befitting reply.” Ashton looked around. We weren’t going to back him up. Especially not now. “Fine, what question?” “How many of your alliances have been able to procure enough money for our situation?” “Two local packs were able to help in their own way.” “Blood rose is made of fifteen packs. Our friendship alliance is with five packs, which are not even enough to come up with at least fifteen billion to help with our cause,” she paused.