روايات وقصص ضمن Bloodstained Money Farm

Becca asked, her nose scrunched up on an inhale. I follow her lead, sniffing the air and not pinpointing the smell until... I almost bring up my breakfast all over my shoes at the realization. It’s not paint at all. It’s blood. Leo’s eyes widen. “What the hell...?” I bolt past them both. Rushing across the driveway to the fenced pen adjoining the barn and come up short at the sight. “No, no, no.” My parent’s barn animals were all butchered. Our family’s only source of income lay dead. All of them—the sheep, the goats, the cows, the chickens—

He swung the cleaver high up in the air before bringing it down. "No!" Uncle Steve's right hand was severed from his wrist. Fresh blood spurted from the stump, staining the carpet red. He rolled around on the floor in agony while letting out bloodcurdling screams. Jordan wet himself in terror. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he fainted. Dominic pulled out a card and tossed it at my feet, saying, "Your 80,000 dollars. Take your money and get out of my sight." I picked up the card and wiped away the bloodstains, saying, "I can't just accept the money, Mr. Langdon."

Such was the aura of the men. “Senor! I’ll have your money in the next harvest. I promise!” The farmer tried again. The thug casually walked toward him and punched him in the gut. The farmer could feel something rupture inside him. He gagged and winced. Sofia and Ell watched through the window and gasped. The brute dragged the old man to a car and pushed him inside. The farmer couldn't resist. The convoy sped away, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind it.

“We’re going to be okay. I promise. We’ll start over. No matter what it takes.” The sound of the machines, the distant voices in the hallway, my own heart pounding and refusing to calm started to get to me. And behind it all was nothing. Nothing but Zelda’s smile. Renee’s laughter, sharp and mean—like her curling up on her couch with popcorn to watch me fall apart. The money was heavy in my account. A hundred million dollars. Blood money. Freedom money. Whatever I wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had it, that I could walk away.

If someone tried to stick their hand down my pants, they’d get a punch to the jaw. She shuffled the cards then dispersed them onto the table. “I don’t want your money. It’s tainted.” “Tainted how?” “Because of the way you earned it. It’s blood money.” My eyes narrowed because she wasn’t wrong. She moved the cards around until she was only left with three. She examined each one. “Fire. Demon. Death.” I glanced at the cards then looked at her once more. “You picked those cards.”

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

Fear and panic run through her veins but her mind was fixed on saving Mira and their friends. After a minute, they're both at the inside of the village. In front of them were vast fields of crops growing healthy and fruitful. There at the center stood a huge stadium, the left side were cabins that lined and grouped together. Across to the other side was a tall building full of rooms but the walls were bars and Serra could see people in them. Prison. Inside the village stinks with death, Serra could feel the lives that were wasted in this land. She could see how beautiful this village was before. The people that onced lived here must be happy and peaceful. Not until the Badbloods took it and

"Don't expect a single cent from me. Let's see how you're going to pull this off." Brian chimed in from the side, grinning. "Exactly! No money, and you still want to go to college? Winterford Institute of Technology? Keep dreaming!" I ignored him and pulled a heavy metal box out from under my bed. Inside was a stack of cash. Ones, fives, tens, and twenties, with a few hundred-dollar bills mixed in, piled into a small mound. Every dollar I had ever earned. Paid for with sweat, bruises, and whatever pride I had left, starting from elementary school.