Bloodstained Money Farm Novels & Stories

There was no need for many words as the two of them were able to read each other’s gestures. “Sorry, boss,” she began and took a deep breath before clearing her throat, “I just received a report from one of our partners in China and they decided to pull out the money that they invested in one of our factories. They said that someone else outbid us for they trust.” She said while a bitter expression spread across her eyes. “Is it the old Sparo?” He asked, referring to the old king of the mafia that he had encountered nearly a decade ago. She nodded her head as she leaned back on the chair and rubbed her temple while closing her eyes.

Bonnie glares at me whilst holding a jug a to a plant threatening to drown it. "Okay, okay I'm ready whenever you are" I say holding my hands up in defeat. "Just.... don't murder any plants" I giggle. "Right then, let's go bitch" Bonnie says as she rushes me out of the house. We walk the short distance to Bonnie's house and I put my suitcase in the car boot next to Bonnie's suitcase - which was already there waiting. Shocker! We pull off the drive and make our way over to the small village hospital / nut house. Since there aren't many sick or injured or crazy people in the village, one building covers a multitude of medical issues.

What I wouldn't accept was her trying to make me reimburse her for expenses she'd never incurred. Whether the trip was canceled or not, she'd already decided to bleed me dry. I wiped the blood from my forehead, ignored everyone in the room, and headed upstairs. The moment I stepped into my bedroom, my phone chimed. It was a text alert from my bank. [Your account ending in 8845: $50,000 transferred at 10:15 p.m.] I stared at the number on the screen. That was my payroll account. It was money I'd scraped together for my father's surgery fund by working three jobs a day, skipping medicine whenever I got sick, and never allowing myself more than the cheapest meals.

The worried expression on his face tells me everything I need to know; it's trouble, problems we had dreaded returning to him for months. He sighs loudly while clearing his throat. How did they obtain your phone number? I ask. We both turn to gaze at Lucas, contentedly consuming his scrambled eggs and diced sausage. Rory leans heavily against the kitchen cabinets, and I follow him there. He looks at me with horror as my hands slide down his powerful arms. No secrets, just tell me. He appears anxious and fidgets. "Jim, the worst one, was it. He claimed we'll die if I and everyone I love don't get the money from the farm sale.

Henderson slid a glossy, black folder across the oak table, stopping it just shy of the heavy leather registry. "Eight figures," Henderson whispered, leaning in with a smug, knowing look, fully believing that every man—and creature—had a price. "A direct bank transfer. Surely the residents of this castle—and, frankly, the pack of wolf shifters we know you’ve been harboring on the northern ridges—would rather have cold, hard cash to buy a modern luxury estate than cling to a dingy old ruin in the damp highland rain? You can take the money, relocate your... extended family, and leave this structural nightmare behind."

I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled mind. I held my phone with a tight grip; I had just checked what was displayed on the bank account's dashboard. I'm so low on funds; I had spent my last month’s salary on Rose's current hospital bills, which included the blood transfusion that she had already done. My mind is about to go off the deep end. If my hands could speak for me, it could proclaim that I had tried my best. If my tears had a way to speak for me, it would tell anyone who cared to listen that I had tried my best.

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Who wanted all of them dead? Tony the banker was working at the bank. He had financial control over the entire county. All the money was in the bank. He held the keys to success and failure. What often happened, farmers borrowed money from banks to buy more land or new machinery. Farmers pledged their assets as security on the loan. If a farmer could not make the payments on the loan the bank could take back the asset. With Tony being a banker in the small farm and moonshining community everyone wanted to kill him for foreclosing on their assets. That left the question did lightening set fire to the barn? Why couldn’t Tony get out of the barn? Was Tony murdered also?

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”