Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Money Farm

I rolled onto my side slowly and spat blood onto the pavement. My hands shook. My vision blurred. I laughed weakly. A broken, pathetic laugh. This was my life now. This. An alley. Blood. Fear. Debt. I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed that money. Fast. Faster than I’d planned. Because they weren’t bluffing. I knew men like that. I used to deal with men like that. And if I saw them again without the money— I was dead. It was only that simple. Dead.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

At the family gathering, my cousin Jack Glenwood grinned widely at his phone screen showing an incoming transfer of 4.68 million dollars. He thrust his phone in front of everyone. "Over 4.6 million! We struck it rich!" His face glowed with fervor. He walked over and threw his arm around my shoulders affectionately. "Come on, Noah, let me raise a toast to you! This year, thanks to your formula, the livestock at our farm grew incredibly well!"

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

I flinch as my fingers glide over the painful mark and I bring myself back to reality. I look up at the clock and see first period is about to begin. I stand up from my place on the floor in front of my locker sliding my now nearly empty folder back on its shelf. I reach up and grab the mini backpack that's holding our profits for the day so far. As I'm counting the fifties and hundreds Lacey is eyeing me suspiciously. "What's up with your arm.?" She says closing her locker. Shit. She doesn't miss anything. I reach out with my good arm to hand her her share. $700. we did really well which isn't a surprise. Satisfaction guaranteed. Every time.

Carefully, he picked up several bags of stored blood. Suddenly Alex felt a strange sensation and giggled. Then he opened the small wallet he was carrying and took out some money. He quickly put the money on the shelf where he had taken the blood. In his heart, even though he had stolen the blood, he thought he should pay some money as compensation. Whether the hospital would understand Alex's intentions or not, Alex didn't want to take the blood for free. "At least they can buy blood somewhere else. " Alex muttered to himself in a humorous tone.

Zaria sat on the edge of the bench, her hands not shaking slightly as she shoved her bloodied scrubs into her bag. Her eyes were dry and sore like she’d cried without realizing it. She hadn’t. She couldn’t even afford to. Imagine people clinging onto their lives while she just stood there in tears, alive and well. The ER had finally calmed. Or maybe the chaos had become a familiar sound. But even in the silent room, she could still hear the man’s voice echoing around her.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

I never expected to receive compensation. When I looked at the notification message that had just appeared on my phone, I could not help asking: “Where did this money come from?” The system answered immediately. [Compensation funds originate from the assets of the Lawson Group.] [Assets were legally liquidated and transferred under system administration before being transported across worlds.] [Source verified as compliant. Host bears no future liability or repayment obligations.] So it was the Lawson family’s money. I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.