Blood Money Book Review Novels & Stories

Before the De Luca family decided my father was a murderer and we deserved to lose everything. Eventually, the nurse helped me up and led me to recovery. She gave me water and crackers. “Check your phone in twenty minutes,” she whispered with a wink. “Good news.” I dressed and stepped outside. New York heat hit me hard. The city roared, but everything felt distant. I leaned against a lamp post as my phone buzzed. My hands trembled. Direct Deposit: $250,000.00. I stared until the numbers blurred. It was real. I could pay for the surgery. Hire investigators. Save my family.

The flimsy, papery hospital gown was the last remnant of the delicate girl I’d pretended to be. I shed it, along with the lingering scent of antiseptic and the vile, sweet perfume of betrayal that clung to my silk cocktail dress. Seven days. The timer was set. Elena Moretti, the fragile civilian attachment, was dead, and Elena Luciano, the cold, calculating counterweight to two dynasties, was about to be born.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand. Just in two seconds, everyone's breathing hitched as the colour of the book changed, and it was....BLOOD RED! Clara was left stunned as How could it be? Even Crystal was also surprised as she didn't know how it happened! Everyone including Ramos, Aurora and Vincent turned towards Clara with cold eyes but she was left dead cold with shock. With her shaky tone, Clara said, "H..how could it be possible? I'm sure something is wrong with the Alpha Book. I think you should check that Alpha Book_"

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911. When the ambulance came, I told them he was my cousin. It was the only way they let me stay. At the hospital, he passed out. They said he needed blood. Mine matched. I gave it. I sat there all night, dozing in a plastic chair, my head foggy, my arms heavy. When I woke up… he was gone. No name. No thank you. Nothing. I spent my last dollars trying to save a stranger. And I had no idea—

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."

This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw. Inside that book was various ways to kill a vampire.

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I pull my wallet from my back pocket and withdraw a stack of bills. “There you go.” I throw a handful of cash and watch as the bills scatter across his bloody, broken body. “That should help with the hospital bills. Next time, you’ll be leaving in a body bag.” The last thing I see before I give in and let Roger pull me out of the warehouse is the blood soaking into the bills, the dark red spreading across green. I’ve heard it calledblood moneybefore but never considered the term literally. “I thought you were leaving the kicking ass part up to me?” Roger questions, tires squealing as we peel out of the lot.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.