Bloodstone Who Has The Last Laugh Novels & Stories

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."

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.

And somewhere among the dancers and dealers and wolves in silk, someone had tried to remind me that Moonbane could still bleed. They were wrong. Moonbane never bleeds twice. We remember. We return.

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....

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.

They screamed louder, and Sophie yelled, “Flash the ring, bitch! Flash the damn ring!” I started doing a little victory dance, wiggling my fingers in front of their faces. The diamond caught the light, and for a second, the room filled with laughter and gasps. Even Liam cracked up and Micheal shook his head while laughing beside me. Jade grabbed my hand, her eyes wide as she looked down at the ring. “No fucking way. It's a diamond.” Sophie leaned closer, examining it like she was inspecting a precious artifact. Then her expression shifted into a mischievous grin.

"This is why we need to be brave and united in our fight. We can't let fear paralyse us or deter us from seeking justice. Together, we can make a difference and dismantle these dark networks." At midnight, the climax unfolded. The emcee presented a box containing a beautiful ruby ring. There was only one of its kind in the world, and bidding started at one billion dollars. Noah successfully bid for the ring at a price of ten billion dollars and presented it to Rita. Receiving this gift, Rita was at a loss. Why was Noah being so good to her? Could she continue her revenge? Rita held the stunning ruby ring in her hand, she turned to Noah with a mix of astonishment and confusion. "Noah, why did

"Because of your incompetence, I'm being laughed at! Get your salary from the finance department today, and get out!" "Miss, please, give me another chance..." Before the assistant could finish, Jasmine snapped and hung up. Inside the venue, the auction continued. The host's witty remarks managed to salvage the situation, alleviating some of the embarrassment caused by the fake item. There were still centuries-old marble stones and amethysts being auctioned. Ethan found them fascinating, and decided to bid on a few items to give to some pretty girls he recently met. "What about the yellow one?" Christopher was uninterested. "It's okay."