Novel & Cerita Bloodstone Who Has The Last Laugh

How pathetic. “You don’t remember?” I repeated. Before he could say another word, I punched him. My fist slammed into his face hard. The sound echoed loudly in the dungeon. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You think you can fool me with that excuse?” I growled. Hunter slowly lifted his head. “I told you the truth.” I laughed bitterly. “The truth?” I raised the necklace again. “This sapphire is worth a fortune,” I said. “Yet a man with no past suddenly sells it and buys a car and an engagement ring on the same day?”

Upon seeing that there was no reaction, everyone burst into laughter again. "Ho-ho! I'm dying from laughing. Is this guy here as a joke? That's 30 million dollars down the drain. I've never seen anyone try to impress a girl like him! I can't anymore… Somebody help me. I can't stand on my legs from all this laughing." However, Woody simply ignored the sneers and channeled another stream of power again. Then, the surface of the pearl cracked, and a small part of the stone broke into a series of web-like cracks that quickly spread across its entire surface.

The moment he looked up, his eyes met my freezing gaze. "Chloe, it's not what it looks like..." he stammered. I said nothing, turning on my heel to return to my room. By the time he rushed in after me, a bond-severing scroll already rested on the desk. The moonstone necklace had been taken off, pinning down one corner of the parchment. Leaning against the window, my tone remained as casual as if I were discussing the weather. "If you resent me because I can't have pups, then let's break our mate bond. You can have pups with whomever you want. It won't be any of my business."

His voice echoed through the autopsy room, sharp and accusing. Marcus and Dylan stared at Jasmine, their faces frozen in shock. They knew how much she loved blue diamonds. Even today’s wedding ring was a blue diamond. Suddenly, Jasmine laughed, her voice rising in hysterical amusement. "Hahaha! No wonder! No wonder she wouldn’t open her mouth no matter how many times I stabbed her. I thought she was too weak from the pain to scream. I gave her so much adrenaline. I even stuck her with needles in places it hurt the most! But she was just holding out. Holding out because she stole my ring and waiting for the day she could expose me!"

’ A hyena-ish laughter cracked the air. I lifted my gaze from my phone screen and smiled at the crazy bitch sitting across the table from me. ‘Of course.’ My voice said. ‘Your father owned a third of the diamonds circulating the world.’ ‘That’s right!’ Goldie Sparks covered her mouth and laughed harder. ‘Ralph Virtus is nothing compared to daddy.’ Fuck Ralph Virtus and the Diamond king. Most importantly, fuck you, Goldie Sparks. Why the fuck did you ask those two new models to ‘cancel’ Rose?

It was open hunting season on Luciano's face. But the most wild part of the whole storm? Some powerful alpha from a rich clan actually threw a shining diamond ring right onto the stage! I stare at the glittering stone where it sits on the wood, sparkling like a funny sign of too many pack resources. Whoever threw that piece of rock must have way too many gold coins to burn through. Once the heavy storm passes, Elder Clement lifts the metal microphone again. His posture is perfectly straight, and his voice sounds totally calm, anchoring the giant room.

“They’re testing you, Seraphina. Not me.” “I know.” His hand brushed mine for half a second. A signal. Not comfort. Coordination. “We’ll stay an hour longer,” he said. “Then we vanish.” “And after that?” “We follow the ones who try to follow us.” As the candles flickered lower and masked voices began to slur with late-night arrogance, I stared down at the black auction circle one last time. It had begun. And somewhere among the dancers and dealers and wolves in silk, someone had tried to remind me that Moonbane could still bleed.

However, after I drug the body outside and hid it behind the overgrown roses off to the side of the house, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the next task. Carefully, I began to collect what remained of poor Mrs. Nona's ashes, whose life had been filled with warmth and tenderness. The ashes lay scattered around the room, a poignant reminder of her presence. As I gathered what I could, I spotted the blue-painted urn that had once held her remains, its vivid hue now marred by cracks and fragments. It had been her favorite vase once, adorned with swirling patterns that hinted at a story only she could tell. With a gentle touch, I gathered the shattered pieces of the urn as well, each s

Suddenly, a cracked boulder used to prop up a shaky table at a corner stall caught my eye. It was caked in dirt and mud, but to my eyes, it radiated a blinding glow. "Fortune score: 99%. Contains top-tier emeralds." I walked over, slapped my last 80 dollars onto the table, and said, "Sir, I'll take this stone. Cut it right here." The bystanders burst into laughter, mocking a beggar like me for trying his hand at stone gambling. But as the blade of the saw sliced down, a streak of vibrant green exposed itself.

“These are so rare!” I looked at my mate, nerding out over a rock. “Okay, what’s special about it?” I asked. Isaiah looked at me as I’m looking at him with amusement. I see his ears turn red. Clearly, he realized that he looks nerdy and I think it’s adorable. “Right, um, so Blackstone is known for our gems. You both know that right?” I nodded and so did Sinclair.