Blood Relations Novel Novels & Stories

Even after so many years, that bond was still strong, and we were still families even though we were not blood related. I let go of Sally’s hand as she stepped forward to read a page of her mother’s biography. Her bottom lip trembled, and her hand clutched the book too tight; I thought she was going to rip it off. “I remember,” she began, settling her eyes on me. I offered her a small smile of encouragement.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dominic growled. The documents in front of him told the same story Faro just did, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was pissed that Eris kept his problems to himself. Dominic would have helped him, he’d always help all of them, blood was blood and they were bound by it. They all had the middle name ‘Rose’ for a reason. It was their mother’s maiden name and for them it was as strong as the blood that made them family.

"Those letters were misleading." "They were from her sister. Her family." Carlisle leaned forward and graciously supplied. "Did you ever wonder why I insisted on inviting Lady Fitzgerald and their garrulous cousin when I first brought Beth to the castle with me? There is no blood relation between them, but there are family ties." He made a dismissive sound. "And these ties become lines one must never cross. I learned this in the hardest of ways, Alexander." Alexander's expression tightened and his jaws hurt from the clench. He glared at Carlisle's numb face and said harshly. "You seem unusually loquacious today."

“Every member of my family has a bad reputation. And the only ones who are left are me and Miles and he is locked away in the dungeons. I’m pretty certain that if I wasn’t mated to Aiden, I would be dead right about now. Scratch that, I know I would be dead.” “You really believe that, don’t you?” He asks with his eyebrow cocked. I nod my head up and down. “We have already had this conversation, Bella. Yes we are genetically related to our parents, but that isn’t what decides if we are ‘good or bad’. Our blood does not decide that either. I’ve killed enough people, but I wouldn’t say I was anything like my father. Your pup won’t be anything like your father. Look at Connor, there isn’t a bad

I grab hold of it as soon as I get there, worried that it might blow away again. This time, leaving nothing to chance, I unfold the page and start reading. Just to make sure my mind’s not playing tricks on me, I read it again. There, in black and white, it states that Thaddeus and Emily are blood related, with 99 percent accuracy. It takes me a while to wrap my head around the fact that without a doubt, Emily and Jocasta are the same person. Fate has an uncanny way of bringing things back full circle by restoring balance to the universe. At first, it feels like my body has gone into shock. Then, I’m overcome with an immense feeling of gratitude and relief.

“I wasn't expecting a miracle when you came back but this aura has nothing to do with the diagnosis, so what happened?” He exhaled through his nose. “We met her half-sister there.” For a moment, Florence did not react. Then something subtle shifted. A stillness so complete it was almost reverent. “What,” she asked. Richard nodded once. “Yes.” Florence closed her eyes. In disbelief. She moved to one of the wrought-iron chairs and sat, her movements precise, deliberate. When she looked up again, the past was fully awake behind her gaze. “And you're very sure that there's a blood relation,” Florence said.

“But no. Enjoy your night. You deserve this win.” I didn’t press. “Okay. But if you need me, I’m a call away.” “I know. Thanks.” The call ended, but the weight in my chest returned, this time heavier. I felt like I was sinking into something dark and cold again. How could Damian and Daniel be related? That twisted man, that criminal... connected by blood to the most honorable person I knew. Judith looked worried. “Everything okay?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just... a surprise.”

I read. There was another arrow that connected him to another named, Lena Darkhaven. And besides his father's names, a line was drawn to indicate a sibling—Jaime Darkhaven. Then there were faded lines of a cousin, related to his father—May, Collins, and Jake Dark haven. It looked like someone had tried to scratch the names out.

I know I was wrong, and I will make it up to you, I swear. I remembered her embrace. I longed for her love. I could never be as heartless as she was to me. In a strange moment of thought, I wondered if I would donate my bone marrow if Sarah could hang on until I had my baby. I never ate the barbecue ribs in the end. I knew I had a dark side. I thought maybe I still wouldn't want to donate the marrow after I had the baby. But Mom might have conveyed some wrong information to Sarah. When Sarah forcefully charged at my belly, she shouted that she wanted to kill my baby.