Novel & Cerita Blood And Money

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”

Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow. No surprise there. He never could support the household with his wages before; I’d been paying for everything, giving them a good life. Of course, he wouldn’t let a cash cow like me go. Without his planning, Vanessa wouldn’t have dared do this. Vanessa tugged my sleeve again. “Hurry. Give me some money. I’m not asking for much—just two million. Give me two million, and I promise I won’t trouble you again.” “Really shooting for the stars, huh?” I muttered.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

I was still stuck in the same cycle: washing dishes at the diner, counting every penny for Mama’s pills, pretending my sister, Carmen didn’t exist. The meds were almost gone. Mama’s cough was getting worse. She barely got out of bed now. Her hands shook when she held a spoon. Sometimes I found her staring at the ceiling like she was counting how many breaths she had left. I needed money. I needed it fast. Bad. So when Carmen showed up at the diner one evening, all sweet and sugary with a fake smile on her lips, I should’ve known something was off. “Need a ride home?” she asked, popping her gum. “Feet must be killing you.”

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

“No one is blaming you, we’re just complaining is all. And now that everything went to hell, we won’t even get the second half of our payment. And with how bad the slave trade is here in this country, we can’t even sell that bitch for much.” They all turned back and looked at me for a second, glaring at how hard I was struggling to keep up, before turning forward again. I sighed in relief as I had just wiped a handful of blood against a tree and hoped no one had noticed. The cut I made on my palm was already starting to pool some more, readying for the next target. With how much pain I was in, and how weak and dizzy I felt, having a clear objective was about the only thing keeping me going.

“And while you’re at it, maybe explain why the fuck you thought you could stroll in here without invitation.” The suits didn’t have answers. They only had sweat, shaking hands, and a briefcase full of whatever dirty money or deals they thought would buy us. Too bad for them - we weren’t for sale. At least… not cheaply. The briefcase clicked open. Stacks of cash, neat and green, the stink of laundering all over it. I didn’t even have to sniff to know it came from backroom poker or blood fights. Maddox whistled low. “Looks like somebody had a good night at the slaughter pits.”

The person who looked at him wanted to slap him. "I don't have money!" Even if he had money, he would not give it to her! These people are living vampires. They won't give up until they suck your blood. "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. You look like you're still in bed. If I send you to the prime of your life, the money your father owes us will be enough!" As soon as he finished speaking, several men rolled up their sleeves and went straight to the girl. "Let me tell you, it's illegal for you to do this!"

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.