Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Money Farm

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

I demanded. The Hollow King's silver eyes gleamed. "I'll do something better." He raised one hand and dark mist spiraled into the air. The shadows twisted and formed a vision. A snowy village. A familiar house. My house. I gasped. My parents stood outside, arguing with a hooded figure. The face remained hidden. The figure handed my father a sealed scroll. My father's expression changed from confusion to horror. "He knew," I whispered. The vision shifted. My brother grabbed my hand. "Thea, run!" My mother pushed me toward the forest. Then the hooded stranger turned and a silver wolf emblem glimmered on their cloak. Not the crest of Moonhold. A different pack. One I didn't recognize. The visio

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

She would certainly not be considered a candidate for the next head of the Lane family while she loses all her money, losing more than what she bargained for like Jade had said earlier. It was only now that Frank understood why the Southstream Lanes were perfectly calm giving up the farm from the start—it really was a money sink. And Mark's refusal to compromise only makes things worse. "Hehe… Helen, don't think you can put on airs now," Fleur chuckled, not forgetting to mock Helen just then since she held a bitter grudge against Helen. "Did you think we'd consider passing you the farm if it was that easy to manage? Dream on!"

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

Somia’s uncle said. “If I know that all these are blood money, I won’t have been fighting for it. Father achieved all these with blood” Somia’s uncle laughed loudly as Somia said so. “Look at you, did you think it’s all the money that are pure from the root. All those wealthy people, do you think it’s all of them that their money purred from the root” Somia’s uncle said. “Our money is bloody from the root and now we have made it pure, and that is what gave you the audacity to be asking for it”

His feet moved up and down and his hand jangled on a lever between the seats while he turned the vehicle with a steering wheel! “What?” He looked amused again and I quickly turned my attention to the road in front. We turned onto a tarred part of the road and that alone made me wonder what the freaking hell! How did we go from their slightly backward camp to a paved road? I looked out of the window, trying my best not to seem curious, and soon the woods disappeared behind us and turned into open grassland. Then I saw it! Farmland! We had farms in our kingdom that supplied food to the dhampir colonies, and I immediately recognized the types of grain that was growing! There was no way that I w

Blood Shadow said confidently. "Fine. I'll bring the money now." Willow opened the car door and brought out the briefcase. "The 300 thousand dollars are all here in cash. You can check it," Willow said after handing the briefcase over to the assassin. Blood Shadow took the briefcase and opened it since it was not locked. He grinned when he saw all the cash inside. He took out a stack of bills and looked at it in detail. Then, he kept the briefcase and said, "No problem. News of Derek and Quentin's death will be all over Southlake City tomorrow."

They gasp at all the money. 'I am going to leave you in charge as the treasurer. There is almost one million dollars in the bag. You are in charge of the money to ensure it is spent on needed things and renovations. I will designate a treasurer in my other territories and give them money to do the same. When the funds have run out, you can contact me again. So, I can organise another sum of money until no werewolf is living in poverty and we have the farm up and running. Make sure to create a proper liquidation on how you use the money. We are all family now, and I don’t want any corruption and stealing,' I motion.