Blood And Money Novels & Stories

I crouched down until my eyes were level with his. Looking into his bloodshot, despairing eyes, I pronounced his death sentence clearly, word by word: "Gavin, you still think that as long as you have money, as long as you are willing to bow your head, there is nothing in this world that can't be fixed." "But you forgot." "Some blood cannot be washed clean with money." With that, I stood up, no longer looking at his face which had instantly turned ashen. "Someone, carry him back to his tent."

Something real in this carnival of lies. After splashing my face with cold water, I walk numbly back to the bedroom. I retrieve my phone from where I dropped it, and check my bank account. The screen blurs as I stare at the numbers. The money sits there, mocking me. Blood money. Payment from my father's killer for the privilege of using my body to create new life. Money he deposited while knowing exactly who I was, exactly what he'd stolen from me. He had to know who I was.

Unflinching. “Stay back,” he growled. And I did. Because one look at him, and I knew: these weren’t men who dealt in warnings. “Please… I’ll return the money!” my father gasped, coughing blood. “I just need more time!” The blood in my veins turned to ice. Money? “What money?” I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. The biggest of the three sneered. “You stole from Mr. Rodriguez. You know what happens to thieves.”

How much did honesty pay the masses? Could honesty keep his business afloat? Elder Vincenzo was an honest man no doubt, but I was curious as to his reaction as soon as he saw money, money that he actually needed, money that he yearned for. Money that was being offered to him on a platter of gold, for no service at all. In essence, free, blood money that was marred by drugs. But who cared about the origin of the money in such an economy? “Come, let's discuss in my car, elder.”

Somia’s uncle said. “If I know that all these are blood money, I won’t have been fighting for it. Father achieved all these with blood” Somia’s uncle laughed loudly as Somia said so. “Look at you, did you think it’s all the money that are pure from the root. All those wealthy people, do you think it’s all of them that their money purred from the root” Somia’s uncle said. “Our money is bloody from the root and now we have made it pure, and that is what gave you the audacity to be asking for it”

"She thinks I'm going to take this money and become Henry. Or become her." He looked at Liam. "But she forgot who raised me." "Ethan," Liam said warningly. "You cannot accept this. If you take that money, you take the history. You take the blood." "I can wash it," Ethan said. "You can't wash blood money, Ethan. It stains everything." "Not if you use it to build something clean." Ethan walked to the table. He sat down. He put his phone on the mahogany surface. "I want to accept it," he said.

I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled mind. I held my phone with a tight grip; I had just checked what was displayed on the bank account's dashboard. I'm so low on funds; I had spent my last month’s salary on Rose's current hospital bills, which included the blood transfusion that she had already done. My mind is about to go off the deep end. If my hands could speak for me, it could proclaim that I had tried my best. If my tears had a way to speak for me, it would tell anyone who cared to listen that I had tried my best.

According to what I gathered Sofia worked hard to foot the bills and she was even the one who got her brother into school, who knows if his constant abuse is the reason why she is sick. I stopped in front of the building with bright neon lights, 'House of Cards' was written on the top. This is one of the biggest casinos after mine in this city and the sneakest one too, it's rumored that you can never win here and all they do is con people. It gets to a point they will hold you hostage for owning too much and I know that's the case of Sofia's father, the stupid shit didn't even try to leave he is staying and playing more increasing his debts.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

her friend shrugged as she slowly composed herself. "It's not money, Nora," she said, letting out a wicked laugh. Nora retorted, "Everyone has a price, everyone can be bought at the right price, but please tell me how this isn't money." " I know it isn't money because I carried out the investigation and background checks. He doesn't have that much money. Yeah, he got a sizeable sum of money from his parents' inheritance, but he has wasted most of it, and with the way he's going, he'll be broke soon and in huge debt. So no Nora, it's not money."