Bloodline Resort Novels & Stories

Dominic and Natalie arrived at Villa Grande, an exclusive and luxurious resort nestled in the heart of Serenity Springs. This stunning location was chosen for Henderson Industries’ annual company celebration, aptly named the "Grand Gala Soirée." The resort was known for its serene ambiance, lush gardens, and top-notch amenities, making it the perfect place for a high-end event. As they pulled up to the grand entrance, Dominic’s mind was elsewhere. The memory of almost hitting that little girl and the spot where Nicole had her accident weighed heavily on him. He could barely appreciate the resort's beauty.

"How did you—" "We didn't send that. The Bloodline did. Three hours ago. We intercepted it." Luna leaned forward. "They're already targeting people connected to you. Using your loved ones as leverage. So you can tell us what we need to know, or you can wait for them to make good on their threat. Your choice." Viktor slumped. "The Bloodline. Twenty-three confirmed members. Ex-military. Ex-Circle. Ex-government. All people who benefited from the old system want it back."

All their Boss is free to spend at the resort as well as the food. "Where are they?" Ynaria asked in surprise when she found that no one was waiting outside the resort. But Ynaria's hair stood on end when Clement read the name of the resort. "Welcome to Santa Demon Resort." "I don't understand. With the number of resorts here all over Laguna, why did our boss really choose it!" Ynaria's complaint. "The name is cool, the theme is weird like horror." Clement commented in astonishment. Clement walked around because they were surrounded by towering trees. While Ynaria was just looking outside the gate when she felt someone behind them. She frowned when she saw a child hiding behind a tree.

Art was the first one to bring up the whole mess. He was about to order another drink when he changed his mind and looked at the brochure Zack left with him. The Casa Blanca Resort and Spa looked like a rich man's paradise, with its lush foliage, Moroccan architecture and endless amenities. A picturesque town that had tourist stamped all over it and a baseball team, for crying out loud. Well, hell, he was a rich man now, wasn't he? At least extremely well off. What the hell, DeMarcus. Do something besides feel sorry for yourself or eat yourself alive with anger.

"I could have killed you." "You could have," he agreed. "If you hadn't stopped." He stood up, swaying slightly, then offered me a hand. I took it, terrified I might accidentally hurt him again, but nothing happened. The circuit was closed. "This is why the Bloodline was feared," Ares said, pulling me up. "It isn't just strength. It's parasitism. It's symbiosis. We are a battery for each other, Yara. If one of us is strong, the other can feed. If one is dying, the other can sustain."

"Go back and rest first. There will be another blood test ceremony later on." That pair of grey eyes gave her a meaningful look. She narrowed her eyes. Her lips curled up in response, stained with slight contempt. The three disappeared from the room, enveloped in a red mixed with golden light. Seeing this scene, she seemed to have grasped a new understanding. It was the inherent power of bloodline in this place. Kairos was recognized by the bloodline power because he had high potential and dense bloodline concentration. Thus, he could move more freely. Stelian probably did too.

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

"We're halfway through the week; why not enjoy it?" Ashleigh, nestled in the furthest hammock, hummed along to music filtering through her earbuds, blissfully unconcerned. James had initially balked at the idea of escaping to this secluded resort, but Ashleigh's fervent desire for a break from the city had swayed them. Nestled two towns away amidst a lush forest, the resort catered to luxury camping enthusiasts. Fiona, with a well-placed "favor" owed by the owner, secured them a discounted rate, while Ashleigh discreetly transferred a substantial sum into Fiona's account on the eve of their departure.

“There will be no gun trade with the Russians. Lev Volkov and I have an alliance of our own since he took possession of my other sister, Hunter.” “Hunter’s with the Russians?” Inara asked, wide eyed. “What if they kill her, Dominic? Because of what I said?” “We have an understanding and Lev knows why you lied. Hunter is in safe hands. She married Lev on Friday,” Dominic said and smiled at her to put her at ease. “The Bianchi’s are planning on mass kidnappings from around the country and to export those women to other countries as prostitutes. They will need the harbor to do that,” Agron said.