Blood Sample Calamity Novels & Stories

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

"My grounds are substantial!" I said with absolute certainty. "There were major flaws in the sample collection process." I raised my injured left hand for emphasis, speaking quickly but clearly. "First, when they collected the baby's sample, the scene was chaotic. Multiple people were watching, some even taking photos and videos. Could the sample have been contaminated or switched? Who can guarantee it wasn't? "Second, and most importantly, during my blood draw, Lynn made aggressive physical contact with me!"

The liquid seemed to pulse faintly, almost alive. A sharp knock shattered the quiet. "Your Highness." Lumina looked up. Lasia stood in the doorway, rigid and waiting. Lumina waved her in with a heavy gesture and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples as a dull headache throbbed behind them. "Your Highness, we are short on Serenity's blood." Lumina's eyes snapped open, heart jolting. "What? We drew nearly three hundred and fifty cc." "True. But the latest test consumed over two hundred cc just to stabilize one sample. We need more if we want results without lethal side effects."

It was tens of thousands of miles away from the Moonstone Pack. The lengthy journey took us three days before we arrived outside an estate. “Welcome home,” Laurent said. He led me into the estate, and the staff lavished me with royal treatment. My phone rang. “Am I talking to a Jennie Bate?” An unfamiliar female voice came on the phone. “Yes, I am she. And you are?” “I’m calling from the Moonstone Pack’s infirmary. Joey Clad was involved in a crash and is clinging to his life. You’re listed in his emergency contact—”

I stared at him. The glass of water in my hand trembled, ripples spreading across the surface. My brain couldn't process what he'd just said. "That's impossible." Calloway leaned back in his chair, completely calm. Like he hadn't just detonated a bomb in the middle of my life. "It's not." "I went to that clinic with Damien." My voice pitched higher. "We did the procedure together. They used his sample. I watched them—" "You watched them take a vial labeled with his name. But the contents?" He tilted his head. "That was mine."

"He's going to regret ever being born." Samuel nodded satisfactorily. He never really liked calidon before, and this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Back at the hood when they went to rescue Alexa, Calidon had given him a bullet wound on the shoulder. He never forgot his face to this day, and would give up everything to see Calidon in pain. "You're my eyes and ears Samuel. I want you to find out more, and get back to me." Gabrielle smiled at him. "I will boss." Samuel said, turning to leave.

Just like that, I was financially free. Sometimes, I caught updates on them through the news. Emma, worn down by stress and constant travel, collapsed. After her attempted murder, her family abandoned her. No one was willing to source the rare blood she needed. Before long, she was gone. Vincent was cut off from the Arnault inheritance. He built his own company and dedicated himself to helping patients with rare blood types. Facing the cameras, he said, "I made a lot of mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life making up for them. I hope the person I love finds happiness."

Sometimes, she was suddenly afraid of both fire and candlelight when the moment Vincent turned to ashes suddenly appeared in her mind. Samson returned to the castle and strode down to the basement room and fetched a bottle of dried blood, then poured it into a glass of water and stirred. Since Lucasta became more agile, he did not dare to leave these bottles of dried blood in his room arbitrarily. In the dim darkness, his tall and thin figure appeared on the wall and flickered along with the candle. - Why is the blood not so good today? Is it because it has expired or is it because Harvey bought the wrong blood of poor quality?

At that moment, he only saw Caspian rushing toward him like a storm. Samuel widened his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear. The next second, Caspian raised his leg as if he was kicking a ball and aimed at Samuel's chest. Then, with a loud bang, Samuel spat out a mouthful of blood, and he soared out like a cannonball out of its chamber. Next, Samuel slammed into a big tree, breaking it in half as sawdusts flew in the air. Later, Samuel curled up on the ground, and he kept vomiting blood. Nonetheless, it was apparent that Caspian was merciful this time as he was in a far better state than John.

Do you know her blood type? Wendy stood frozen, not reacting. ‘Wendy, I’m talking to you. Did you hear what I’ve said?’ Ramiro raised his voice, perplexed by her unusual behaviour. Wendy’s face turned pale. ‘She can’t get a transfusion.’ Jamison stopped, shocked. ‘Wendy, our blood bank has sufficient blood. Why won’t she be able to get a transfusion?’ Wendy, tearful, explained, ‘Callie’s blood type is Rh-null. We don’t have that in the blood bank.’