Blood Debts Novels & Stories

After that, another four hundred milliliters were taken, bringing the total to five hundred milliliters. "In addition, dense needle marks were found on the victim's arm, with evidence of repeated failed insertions. There were also signs of blunt force trauma inflicted after death." Silence filled the room. The doctor looked at Sharon, fury undisguised in his eyes. "You're a nurse. The maximum safe blood donation amount is four hundred milliliters. That's basic medical knowledge. Yet you drew five hundred milliliters from someone suffering from severe anemia. "What exactly were you trying to do?"

Bean was seen in the video, holding up bags of blood with my name written on them, while trading them with a burly man. "This is the rare Rh-negative blood. Freshly harvested," Dr. Bean said, his voice clearly audible. "Same old price for 50,000 dollars a bag." The entire ward fell silent. I turned around to look at Mom and Ian, who had turned deathly pale. "So, in your eyes, I'm not just an ATM machine. I'm also your money-making cash cow after all. "You said that I was delusional, Mom. So, tell me. Did I invent this black market blood-trafficking operation because of my delusions as well?

he picked on me again. “True that’s much quicker than this, maybe I will finally pay off the blood debt I owe Mercy” I mocked myself, Marcus looked at me shocked, Luca and John walked in and ordered beers “what’s so urgent that needed us to drop what we were doing?” Luca groaned taking a sip of his beers, Marcus looked at me seriously without his playful look “ blood debt, something like that, I’m still confused too” said Marcus “blood what?” both John and Luca shrieked, I took another swing of Lucas beer since I was out of shots.

" Page by page, I turned through it. The crowd gradually fell silent. "In this house, every bite of food I ate, every piece of clothing I wore, had a clearly marked price." I closed the notebook and looked straight into Brian's eyes. "Dad taught me this since I was a kid. Fair exchange. No free lunch. "So, tell me. Why should I pay for his medical bills now? What does his illness have to do with me? Is this something I consumed?" Brian's face changed. He stammered. "Th…that's still our dad! He raised you! That kind of debt is greater than anything!"

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

Declan asked in a displeased voice, his brows furrowed. Dr. Leonardo released a heavy sigh and explained, “There was an accident three days ago. The patients were a family of four. They all needed AB negative blood type. So, we alerted the bank to restock, since they all needed blood in huge quantities. I don’t know why we have a shortage now.” “How long can Boss Vicker wait for this blood?” Declan asked with gritted teeth, as he watched his friend type away on his phone furiously.

Mandy took them, looked through them, slapped the table, and said, "Ken, what's the meaning of this? Do you think you've done nothing wrong when the blood bank of a big hospital like yours doesn't have enough blood?" "Mrs. Jameson, you realize that your daughter has an Rh-negative blood type, right?" Mandy froze. "So what?" "Rh-negative blood type is rare. We have every blood type in our blood bank, but our Rh-negative blood type reserves will never be enough. We've even requested more blood bags from the nearest hospital as per the procedure. It's our standard procedure and the fastest way. Our doctors and nurses handled it very well." "But Dolly's leg is crippled!"

“So, there are no banks, and you’re obviously not at liberty to just walk in and out of our territory—” “I’m not?” I gasp, and instantly feel guilty when he takes a step back and fingers his collar. “Sorry. Another joke.” I wish I could smile reassuringly at him. Without looking like I’m about to butcher everything that he holds dear, that is. “Do you, um, have . . . preferences?” “Preferences?” “Like . . . AB, or O negative, or . . .” “Ah.” I shake my head. Common misconception, but cold blood is nearly flavorless, and the only things that would influence its taste would disqualify people from donating in the first place. Illnesses, mostly.

"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

Dark veins showed through his pale skin like black ink spreading under glass. Multiple IV lines ran into his arms, feeding something directly into his bloodstream. The liquid in the bags wasn't clear - it was deep red, almost black in the harsh lighting. Vampire blood! I realized. They were pumping vampire blood into him. But for what? "How much longer?" Blake gasped between ragged breaths. His voice was hoarse, probably from screaming. Standing beside the table, Dante looked every bit the predator he was. His pale skin seemed to glow under the medical lights, and those red eyes held the detached interest of someone watching a particularly fascinating experiment.