Bloodborne Submit Your Life Or Refuse Novels & Stories

He almost never agreed with Gage and he chose now to do it. “I’m just saying, it’s not a completely bad idea,” Eris said. “It’s a terrible idea,” Faro said and shook his head. “All I’m saying is that if Rocco so much as sniffs in Hunter’s direction, Dante is a dead man,” Gage said. “You’d still be breaking the famiglia oath.” “He’s not family,” Eris said. “He is famiglia,” Gage said and gritted his teeth. “What’s going on with the Albanians?” Eris asked.

“You will. Because your feelings and choices doesn’t matter here.What matters is survival. What matters is power. And with Ricci on our side, no one dares touch us.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, rage and despair tangling inside me. “You’re trading me like I’m nothing.” “You are not nothing,” he snapped, standing abruptly. His chair scraped against the floor, echoing in the cavernous office. “You are a De Marino. And that means your life is not yours,it belongs to the family. You’ll do your duty, just as I’ve done mine.” My knees threatened to give way, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to show him weakness. “And if I say no?”

he asked, looking around the table. “You know full well that you can survive on blood from the blood banks, Mell,” Allen said. “There is no need for you to feed on human, it is not as though you don't already use the blood banks,” he said. “A very small minority of us don't like our blood straight from the vein and use the blood banks, but that is through choice” Mell muttered, shuddering at the thought of living off baggies for the rest of his existence, only weirdos refused to drink from the vein. “This is forcing the majority of us that do feed properly, taking our choice away. Will we be hauled up in front of the council if we slip, if we can't control ourselves?” he asked, his eyebrow r

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The horrified disgust written across the boy’s face made Luken choke on his own spit. “What—NO!” Luken yelled, staring at Rosen with deeply offended disbelief. “What kind of doctor do you think I am?! I’m talking about his blood! Blood samples! I’ve been Killian’s personal physician for years.” He glared at Rosen indignantly. “His sperm?! Why on earth would I—you know what, don’t answer that!” “H-his b-blood?” Rosen stammered. “There’s no guarantee the mark will accept blood instead of… the alternative,” Luken continued. “The parasite fed on reproductive essence, and blood is a different compound. But they share the same DNA signature and genetic markers. It might work.” He paused. “If it do

“It could kill you, Maddie! We would need to use a lot of your blood and you’re the smallest. We should use Ryan.” Ryan nods and I shake my head, “NO. ME! If Colt dies, I don’t want to live...” I say wiping my eyes. Julia, Ryan, and Andy look at one another and Andy nods, “Fine. We can try.” “Wayne! PLEASE! Something! ANYTHING!” Lucas’s shouts bring me back and my feet move just as fast as my mouth. “Blood transfusion. Use my blood!” Dr. Wayne eyes me and looks at Lucas. I point to the dried blood on my shirt, “You said my body is immune. Use my blood!”

“Biometric override accepted. Awaiting final command.” Mikhail’s voice sharpened. “Don’t.” Too late. I slammed my palm to the reader. Retinal flash—painful blue light searing my vision. “Command recognized. Luca Volkov Marino secondary heir. Mikhail Kuznetsov primary. Conflict detected. Resolution protocol: blood arbitration.” The tunnel lights flared white. A mechanical arm extended from the wall needle-tipped, gleaming. “Blood sample required from conflicting heirs. First viable sample claims primacy.” Dante snarled. “We’re not giving him shit.”

“Bloods are screened carefully but we are happy to use your blood if it puts your mind at ease.” “It dies. And if Kai needs blood, he gets his father’s or mother’s.” “That can be arranged,” The chair says. The ethicist leans forward. “Are you refusing the donation unless those conditions are met?” “No,” I say. “You’ve made it clear that refusal can be overridden. I’m asking, if it’s safe for Kai to wait a little longer, I’d prefer that option for Lila.” I think of another life… another timeline… where she didn’t get a chance to grow up.

"My body is very weak now. The blue liquid is the thing keeping me connected to the world. If the tank breaks I die.. If I die the people, in the sky will disappear.” "Then what do we do?" June asked. Her voice was shaking. “You have to give them what they want " Benson said. "They want the blood. They want the DNA. Give it to them. All of it.” "What?" June stepped back. "Dad if I give them your blood you will die!" “Not your blood, June. Mine.” Bensons eyes turned toward the computer. A new set of words appeared on the screen. It was not a wake command. It was a Transfusion command.

Instead, there was a kind of satisfaction, as if he were inspecting a finished assignment and approving the results. A sharp pain pierced my chest. I knew at once that it did not belong to me. It belonged to the original Harriet, a lingering emotion she had left behind. I pushed the feeling down and looked straight at Derrick. “Derrick, if I were the one who got sick, would you fight for my life the way I fought for yours?” He froze. For the first time, he did not have an answer. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I turned and walked out of the room.