Bloodstained Money Farm Novels & Stories

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.

Mira could also smell the metallic odor of blood. Inside was an arena full of Badbloods, filling every seat. The ground was stained with red blood mixed with dust. Above the northern part of the stadium was like a throne. An enormous seat made with rocks and wood and touched with delicate designs and patterns. Seating on it was Leni who was looking at them with a huge smile painted on her beautiful face. They walk across the stadium toward Leni and the crowd growled in excitement. Mira could hear strange sounds below the benches. Lined at the base were like cages and Mira saw a flash of scarlet eyes in it. Her heart suddenly kicked hard against her chest. A Reaper?

"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.

" Lucia said nothing. Minutes passed. My head started aching, but I forced myself. Then I saw it. A gap. Not empty, just hidden. Where money ought to have slept and failed to sleep. "There," I whispered. Lucia leaned in. "What am I looking at?" "A ghost," I said. "A financial ghost node." She blinked. "That's not a thing." “It is like you don't want to touch money,” I said. The money laundering is through a shadow account that is not on paper. "Who would do that?" “One that does not want his name anywhere,” I said. "Not even in lies." Lucia straightened. "Can you trace it?"

he stammered, eyes wide. “Good.” I leaned in close enough he could smell the iron on my breath. “Who’s been moving Base Two money through this city?” That cracked them. Not with words at first — with a look. One man flinched just enough, eyes darting toward greasy-hair. And that was all I needed. I drove my blade into greasy-hair’s thigh. He howled, toppling from his chair. Blood sprayed across the concrete. “Try again,” I said, wiping the blade clean on his shirt.

I assume he’s weighing the tactical risk of hitting a Volkov stronghold with a fractured team while we’re already on a ticking clock for the ledger. Or It’s guilt. I turn on my heel and walk back toward the surveillance suite, my mind already preparing for a war. Three dead children I grieved on my bathroom floor while the man I loved cashed Russian checks. I don’t know yet exactly what that money bought. I don’t know what the word "harvest" truly means. I only know that Hartwell Medical Associates has a fortified sub-level that doesn’t exist on any blueprint. And whatever is down there was paid for with my blood.

MacJoe said,”come with me” he said, and he walked Into the wardrobe, and he took his vault key, and he unlocked the vaults, and when Lola saw huge amount of liquid cash, screamed, and I have never seen huge cash like this In my life” Lola said, “how did you manage to make this huge amount of money?“ Lola asked, “I did all sort of job, I don't have a job boundary to survive and safe this morning” MacJoe explained, “now that you are relocating to another city, which job do you have In mind Investing on?“ Lola asked, “I want to buy a bug farm land, build a mini mansion and farm workers cottage, farm product showcase stores and market stalls” MacJoe explained, “that Is an amazing plans, I will s

A faint sound coming from the barn. Without thinking, I grabbed the door, yanking it open as I rushed into the storm. Rain poured down in sheets, soaking me to the bone within seconds. The barn door was wide open. I never left it open. Breathing hard, I moved closer, the beam of my flashlight bouncing against the darkness. The silence was deafening—unnatural. And then I saw it. Blood. A pool of it. Smears along the walls. The air reeked of copper and death. My goats—seven of them—lay torn to shreds, their bodies mangled and unrecognizable.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo