Bloodstone Who Has The Last Laugh Novels & Stories

The three of them burst out laughing. 'If the divorce cooling period couldn't scare you, what about Mr. Solomon? That one hits harder, doesn't it?' "Speaking of which," Anya said suddenly, "I heard a rumor over the past two years. Three years ago, the one who really stole the drakeblood gemstone wasn't Evan, but the Norwood family's real heir… Darius." "Darius?" The name hit like a slap. Hazel and Roxanne both stiffened, staring at her in shock.

He just took a deep breath, and for a second, his small hands glowed with that intense, golden Royal light. CRACK. He tapped the stone bench. A spiderweb of fractures erupted from his touch, shattering the solid marble into a dozen pieces. The crowd gasped. Liam’s jaw dropped. Chloe looked like she was about to faint. "Oops," Lucian giggled, looking at me. "Sorry, Mommy. I forgot my strength again." "It’s fine, darling," I said, ruffling his hair. "We’ll just pay for a new one." Killian looked at Liam, a cruel, mocking smile on his lips. "It seems your 'best in class' has some catching up to do. But then again, a diamond will always outshine a piece of glass, won't it?"

One of my legs did not want to work, but I made it move. I charged at Cassian with my sword in both hands. I swung it wildly trying to keep him back. He did not give me any space. He caught my wristband took the sword away from me. I stumbled, half-blind from the pain. I was still alive. I was still dangerous. I found the sunburst charge in my belt. It was my last resort, it was made from magnesium and silver dust making it enough to cook a vampire's eyes. I slapped it to the floor between us.

he bellowed at her. “Are there many?” she asked Dalya now. “Legions,” came the reply just as fast. In her mind, Dalya just stood there staring and not moving. Hassan blinked her away, “She is useless to you.” Katalea allowed a tear to escape her eyes. Just under the surface, her anger raged. His attention shifted back to Dakari, ”Last time we met you tricked me. This time I will not be denied.” He moved closer to them and they collectively took a step back. “The bloodstone belongs to me,

Applause rippled through the ballroom. Two hundred faces turned toward me, most of them were wearing a fake smile. Alphas from up and down the West Coast. Their heirs. Their human spouses glittering with jewelry that cost more than most people's houses, necks tilted at just the right angle to display mate marks that proved they belonged to someone important. The was the annual Derimigo Solstice Gala. The event where my family reminded everyone exactly who owned the Bay Area, and smiled while doing it. I smiled too. I'd practiced that as well. Practiced it until my face ached.

I nodded. "I promise," The magic of a deal being struck pulsed through me and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he pulled away. "We are Bloodstones," He said, his lips pulling up into a weak smile. "Through and through, "I replied, lifting my chin before turning around. I was no longer the Prince of Gardenia. I was a wolf and I was out for blood.

Bellona Ashford. 40. Susan Carter. The color completely drained from her face. I smiled brightly at her, tilting my head. "...Looks like the ground liked me more." Her expression twisted with pure, unadulterated fury. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Professor Hawthorne watched the muddy girl laughing quietly to herself on the grass. The younger professor beside him frowned, adjusting his glasses. "No active wolf... and she still finished in the top forty." Professor Hawthorne's amber eyes remained locked on Bellona, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips.

Meanwhile, the big screens in the hall were still live-streaming the cutting. Nobody continued to watch it. After all, cutting worthless stones really could not pull their interest. The rich men and big bosses also got up and left. Their trip was not entirely pointless, though. Although they had not witnessed a historic moment, they had watched an extremely hilarious movie about a joker. Thomas sat in his chair, grabbed the white wine from the table, and refilled his glass. Then, he refilled for Zach. Zach picked up his wine glass, chuckled, and said, “Thomas, you’re awesome. Your judgment is really accurate. You actually did filter all the lousy rough stones and made Weiss suffer a complete

“We will start with our best collection. A set of rare emerald jewelry. It’s a bracelet and ring that once belonged to the Queen of the Western Country, Queen Layla. It was a token of love from her husband, who was also the king. It’s called A Lasting Promise. We will start the bid at a hundred thousand dollars.” Gasps echoed through the hall. I smiled, ready to tell Mateo to bid on my behalf, but someone beat me to it. “Two hundred thousand.” The hall fell into stunned silence. I squinted my eyes, seeing Carla stare at Brian, realising he was the one who bid for it. Was he trying to steal my woman? Not on my watch. I grabbed the mic from Mateo. “Five hundred thousand.” “Wow! Someone from th

Looks like I wouldn’t be able to enter the contest after all. But Liam came to my rescue. “Wonderful,” he said, tossing me a glance that said ‘stay quiet.’ “Trista can use some of my gemstones, from my collection. That’s not a problem at all.” Oh. Well…that solved that, I guess. “Perfect,” Lemone smiled. “That brings me to the second condition. All pieces that are not successfully auctioned off must be SMASHED on the spot.” What? Smashed? Apparently, Liam did not expect them to make this play either and widened his eyes.