Bloodstained Money Farm Novels & Stories

Something real in this carnival of lies. After splashing my face with cold water, I walk numbly back to the bedroom. I retrieve my phone from where I dropped it, and check my bank account. The screen blurs as I stare at the numbers. The money sits there, mocking me. Blood money. Payment from my father's killer for the privilege of using my body to create new life. Money he deposited while knowing exactly who I was, exactly what he'd stolen from me. He had to know who I was.

On the third night after Seraphina Vale—the academy's most envied beauty—took her own life, a blood ledger appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned chapel of St. Ophelia's Academy. Rumor had it that if you left a blood print on it, the ledger would grant your deepest wish. At first, nobody bought such a ridiculous story. Until Vivian Cross—all two hundred and twenty pounds of her—shakily made her choice: beauty. She dropped the weight overnight. Her features turned so delicate people couldn't look away. Just like that, she became the academy's new obsession. After that, no one called the blood ledger bad luck anymore. Dorian Blackwood chose his future, and the Black Council's recommendation

Arthur began, "after what we just learned... that money, it's tainted. It's from the Sable fortune, built on that same... legacy." "That's exactly why I'm taking it," LJ said, his voice gaining a sharp, cold edge. "It's blood money. The blood of our family. Of Angela. Of my father's sanity." He looked at me, and his eyes were no longer those of a lost boy, but of a man making a terrible calculation. "I'm not going to let it sit in a bank. Or let it go to some other faceless entity." "Then what will you do with it?" I asked, dread coiling in my stomach.

he continued in a placating tone, “the only other way would have been to reach out to him ourselves, which you know we can’t since we literally have nothing to offer.” While the truth stung, it remained an undeniable reality of the life they were living. After fumbling around the dimly lit office for several days, they reluctantly resorted to hiring a professional to assess the situation of the farm's account. Providing a grim assessment of the account's status, he revealed that we were in the red and alone a miracle could save the farm. Upon confirmation from Mamma that Papa started using the family funds for urgent repairs, we also found out we didn't have money in the bank and were offici

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

I choke and gag kicking my legs until I feel the blackness start to take over. **************** Hunter I slam my brakes on in the middle of the village and jump out looking for any clue to where I'm supposed to go. We hear another roar and I snap my head in the direction and take off running with Orion beside me. We run up a field and come round the trees facing towards a hill. In the far distance I can see Diana's small frame suspending Bonnie off the ground by one arm. Bonnie's lifeless limbs dangle in the air. Another man is running towards them but as he gets close enough Diana shoots out her other arm and knocks him to the ground.

Xander asked. “Not all. The farm was bought decades ago, and there was no proof of where the money came from. He might have purchased it when he was still Alpha, or the money came from his income as Alpha. Which meant it was a valid income. Those he purchased from money coming directly from Maddox’s warehouse payroll, the Council is already looking at it. But they were nothing compared to what he already had before the warehouse began functioning. So the farm and the others will be transitioned into your name.” “You have a place to go home to, then,” Riley said to him, but his eyes were on me. I was sure he was trying to trigger something within me, but before I could react, Jake was talking

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

I nodded, “That will work. Let’s go take a look at them.” When we got there, I saw twenty very healthy and huge hogs. I smiled, “They look great, Randy.” I gave him the down payment and smiled, “Here is one-thousand dollars for the down payment. I know it will be much more, but this will help with your expense in getting them butchered for us.” After settling on an agreement, we shook hands and I could tell he was grateful for the infusion of cash to his farm and family. When we drove away, Alex chuckled, “You were right. That one was definitely stinky.” I laughed, “Yes it was.”

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.