Bloodline Hotel Novels & Stories

"I beg your pardon, Director Astrid. I am trying to comprehend each word that you are saying. I---" "Venus, I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. Blanche never lies when she tells you whatever story it is. She never remembered me after we lost her mother, my wife, and her biological father. It was twenty years ago since then, I don't even know if her memories about me will still return. She only sees me as her mother's best friend," Astrid clarifies that it's as if the director can see what is going on in her mind right now. "As for the bloodline," the Director takes another deep breath. "I am from the bloodline of killers and assassins. We were born to kill, we are paid to kill.

“And who you might become. Dorian’s tenure is ending and if you are to be selected, Lucien, we might have a problem on our hands with anomalous persons. I want to know that you will make the right call regarding these creatures.” “What’s the right call?” Eirene asked, earning a snicker from Raoul. “Watch her tomorrow. If she’s nothing, we move on. But if she’s something…” Isolde nodded coldly. “Then she must be archived before she becomes a real threat. That is how we protect our bloodlines, Lucien.” Lucien’s jaw tightened but he nodded. “Understood.”

A place where bloodlines were tested, where oaths broke or solidified, where nothing emerged untouched. Aleta had already gone ahead. Her departure had been silent, almost spectral, as though the woman herself belonged more to shadows than the world Evelyn stood in now. Kael, Mira, and Brina had slipped away to a safe house hours before dawn, tucked along a hidden pass. Evelyn had hugged each of them, forcing her voice to remain steady when her heart lurched against her ribs. The twins clung to her longer than she expected, their youthful strength betraying the fear they tried to hide. She let them go with a whispered promise she didn’t know if she could keep: that she would return. Now, onl

“Did you know that the penis is basically muscle and cartilage? The soft skin of your balls will actually shrivel as they burn. This flame is so hot that it might take a minute or two for the pain to register, but once it does, Hudson over there is going to need a fucking towel with the way his dick is going to leak pre-cum with your howling.” “Fuck,” Hudson muttered and grinned. “Take his pants off,” Gage said as Ethan and Cooper stepped forward. “Wait! Fuck! Wait!” Timo yelled. “She never left the compound. In Nikita’s apartment is a secret doorway that leads to the inside of the walls. Follow the walls to the basement, there’s a little room off to the side. She’s in there.” Lev stood to o

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

She frowned, aggressively wiping away specks of dust from the royal portraits in the foyer's hallway. A bitter rage brewed beneath Kaelric's chest, coiling around his heart like a serpent ready to strike. He could hardly tolerate the remarks of his councilmen without unleashing dragon's hell upon his court. But now, an ordinary maid was making such ghastly statements. "Which means Arkenholt's heir is a mixed blood, such an abomination." The young maidservant shook her head. "Speak for yourself, that slave's child is no heir of the king and I will never bow to an impure blood."

“Which lineage paid the blood-bribe?” “Vespera Crowe and Mirelle Ashen,” I said, keeping my head high. “They know the Blackthorne name can crush them, and they wanted to erase my bloodline before I could use your authority to look into the old Moonshadow asylum warrants.” There was no point in playing the silent exile anymore. My only chance of survival was proving that my enemies were a direct threat to his peace. He didn't look relieved. His chest heaved as he turned his back to me, staring out the massive glass windows toward the frozen ice arena below. “So your devotion to this contract is nothing but a shield against your family’s teeth?”

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"