Bloodline Jess Lourey Novels & Stories

“Please go.” “No.” “Ella,” he begs, tears shining. “I’m not worth your life .” “You’re worth everything ,” I say, and the words rip out of me like they’ve been waiting years to be spoken . Barion laughs, cold and ugly. “Sentiment from a rogue. How touching.” Vera’s voice cuts through like a blade. “She is not rogue. She is blood of the royal line.” The room goes dead still. Galeon scoffs. “She’s a half-breed.”

Bienley smiled warmly with his sad eyes staring at Justin. "Papa?" Justin whispered again in confusion. "I so love your dada..you two know that...and I love you both so much... How I wished I'm the one who carried both of you in my body...how I wished it was mine and your dada's blood running in your veins...How I dreamed I was the one who gave you life" Bienley tearfully said while smiling despite his tears. "It's a miracle that I so prayed to have, Justin...because how I wished your blood had your dada's too not just mine and some random woman and how I wished I have my blood on Zack" Bienley continued while he stared at Justin who is still staring at him.

I whispered, my voice full of terror. ​"I don't know," Jax said, his voice trembling. "But I’m looking at the Thorne files right now. There's a folder here labeled 'Bloodline Project.' Elena... the Thorne curse isn't just a story. It’s biological. It changes the DNA of anyone who carries the Thorne blood." ​I sank to the floor. I touched my stomach. ​The one-night stand wasn't just a mistake. It was a transformation. I wasn't just carrying a secret anymore. I was carrying his heir. And the heir was already changing me.

Was Jim planning to give up on the family business that had been passed down through the generations? Jim could see through Luna's thoughts. He curled his lips and replied impassively, “Did you somehow forget that there's another daughter of the Landry family?” With that, he shifted into a more comfortable position on his seat and continued, “I carry the Lynch bloodline within my veins, and you carry a baby belonging to Joshua in your belly, so of course Father would detest both of us, now that Mother isn't here to protect us.

I asked; my tone was hardening. “When he came to me, I knew he was up to something terrible but there was no proof of it. In her journals, apparently, Emlin wrote a lot about her suspicions of Jess and Jonathan being part of the Davis bloodline. She also mentioned that I smell similar to Jess and had a suspicion I too might be a part of that bloodline. Which prompted Rock to come to meet me, confirming my scent matched Jess’s. I didn’t tell him directly about my bloodline, but he told me of your pregnancy with Jonathan and from that, I knew there was going to be a new baby born from the Davis bloodline. He told me that babies from that bloodline are valuable and there are offers in other cou

Certain. “You scared them,” he added. “But no one was injured.” Relief hit so hard it almost hurt. “What happened to me?” she whispered. Luke didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room slowly and set something on the bedside table. Her training dagger. “I think,” he said carefully, “your bloodline is waking up.” The word sat heavy between them. Bloodline. Divine. Inheritance. Curses that looked like blessings. She pushed herself upright, muscles trembling.

“And why is that supposed to matter?” Lumia lets out a bitter laugh. “If you haven’t realised,” she says, her eyes finally settling fully on Liora now, “people who stay in this house carry a bloodline.” Silence creeps in. Slow. Heavy. “And that,” she adds, her voice quieter, more cutting for it, “is something that quite clearly does not run through her.” The room stills completely. Tessa’s posture stiffens beside Liora.

Tessa gasps as her hazel eyes round up like buttons. "Yeah, well Jessica doesn't really like to talk about her mother or stuff. Rumours are that she doesn't have a good relationship with her mother." He says. So, Jessica is a crescent! She is the fifth bloodline. But why doesn't she have a good relationship with her mother? "That is sad and very surprising like spices with confusing flavours." She says, her button-like eyes look around in thought. "Heh—" Peter flashes a confused smile. "—I don't know what that really means but I will take it as you feel confused and you have questions."

“What the hell have you done?!” Layla repeated, and this time her anger surged as her voice rose. Jax gently pulled out of her before he straightened. He’d known how the night would end. It had been the same the first time he marked her. But her anger still hurt. It had been months, and every second of that had been torture. Did she not feel the same? “I did what I had to do, Layla.” “How could you do that to Cain?” Layla shouted. She pushed him aside and got off the hood to look for her skimpy little night dress. “We don’t know what they put in my blood, but we know damn well that it will kill him!”