Blood Money Book Review Novels & Stories

"That sounds like the beginning of something I'm not going to want to hear." "It is." He exhaled, and for the first time since she'd known him, his composure fully cracked, the careful economy of movement replaced by something raw and unguarded, a man visibly shedding thirty-five years of training in real time. "Your brother's loan. The one that started everything. I arranged it." The room went very quiet, Mira's whole body going still in the particular way it did right before a diagnosis she already suspected but hadn't let herself fully believe.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

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But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,

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.

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

"I just experienced your entire childhood collection of questionable food preferences. I think I'm scarred for life." "Focus on the ledgers, your aristocratic highness," Zeyric shot back, though his own cheeks flushed slightly as he reached into the open box and pulled out the topmost leather-bound book. He flipped the cover open, the pages yellowed and cramped with neat, ruthless handwriting. "Look at this. Dates, payment amounts, names of street enclaves in the Sunken Market... and right here, the exact tally of student life-force siphoned from the core during the last mid-term exams."

Rachel asked though I could already guess what Art was going to answer. "Blood money is a big motivator. Blood is a big motivator. This world is made up of more monsters than you know, Rachel. We're all slaves to the blood trade in one way or another. Now I just need permission to start looking into Elena Campbell." "If you're asking me for it? You have it. Just. Tell me everything. No matter what you find out. I want to know. Deal?" Art offered her his hand and I released my grip on her arm so she could shake it with the firmest grip her shaking hand could manage.