Bloodstone Who Has The Last Laugh Novels & Stories

A ripple of misogynistic chuckles goes around the table and I add the mental note that all those empty council seats should be filled by women. “We have black moonstone in our house. Spheres, jewelry, trinkets… this has never happened to us,” he finishes. “Then it must be enchanted in some way,” another council member puts in. “Who saw this spell at work?” “I did. And my bodyguard, Xiao.” I turn and thank her and indicate she can take the box away. I didn’t even want to bring it into a room full of werewolves, but the prop has proved effective. “She can testify that black moonstone was found in a bracelet on the assassin who took my hand.”

The stone was not large, so within minutes, the worker had polished it completely, revealing a large, vibrant red gemstone. The worker, holding the gemstone, exclaimed, "It's a high-quality jade. This is an absolute treasure!" Grace stood there, shocked and unwilling to accept the truth. Chad sighed in relief, knowing that the gemstone inside the stone was certainly more valuable than Grace's. "I won. That stone you mentioned is mine now," Chad said. Grace could not accept it. "Wait a minute! I said it's best two out of three. You need to win one more time!"

As his canines reached her nape, she gave a toothy smile again, waiting for her own action, they said he who laughs the lasts always have the best laugh. Immediately he brought his canines near her artery, she swiftly took the knife that was on his belt pocket, she slammed it deep into his stomach, and she covered his mouth quickly, preventing him from screaming from the unexpected death impact she got him. As she watched the man widened his eyes in full surprise, she gave him another toothy smile. "He who laughs last, laughs best."

"I'm so sorry, Harper! It's all my fault and my mother's fault! I saw the green moonstone at the Nightcrest auction six months ago, and I knew a male bought it for five hundred million credits. When I saw you wearing it, I... I mentioned it to my mother, and Grayson must have overheard and misunderstood! Please don't blame Grayson! He was just trying to protect me!" She lands every word with precision, trying to shift the focus back onto the stone. She wants everyone to remember that even if Camden arranged my housing, the male who bought the moonstone was someone else—someone who dropped half a billion credits on me while I was still legally bound to Grayson. The crowd shifts again, their e

"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."

"300 million dollars?" "The Moonstone Heart?" "Oh my God, that's a legendary werewolf relic!" The hall erupted into chaos. Every guest stared at the shattered fragments on the floor, unable to believe that something so priceless had just been destroyed. One guest shouted, pointing at Serena, "I saw her smash it with my own eyes!" "I saw it, too!" someone else said angrily. "Elena did everything she demanded. She was already on the floor, and Serena still smashed the bracelet!"

Livia suggested coldly, "Lock her in the silver cellar. The silver chains will suppress her pathetic wolf. We can't risk her breaking out and ruining Jocelyn's big day tomorrow." I lay there, my vision blurring. But I used the last of my strength to look at the cracked, dull moonstone on the coffee table. "I'm telling you... one last time..." I rasped. "If you want to save tomorrow's ceremony... fix that amulet. Restore its power now..." My father glanced at Livia. Her face turned beet red with rage. "You dare bring up that stupid rock!" Livia snapped completely. Screaming, she lunged at the table, grabbed the moonstone, and hurled it at the floor with everything she had.

"That jade bracelet belongs to Lanka. It’s a Monroe family heirloom that my brother was stupid enough to let you 'borrow.' You think you’re worthy of wearing his bloodline’s stone? Keep those paws still, and I won't have to break them. But if you move and I cripple you... well, that's on you." Serena turned a ghostly shade of white, screaming for Shirley. Shirley stepped forward, trying to grab the hammer. "Lucas, stop this! She’s carrying a Wolfe heir!" "Back off, Shirley, or I’ll flatten you too! You were always the dimmest bulb in the pack; don't make me prove it!" Shirley was no match for Lucas’s raw, adolescent aggression. She turned, spotted me in the crowd, and her rage found a target

A ripple of misogynistic chuckles goes around the table and I add the mental note that all those empty council seats should be filled by women. “We have black moonstone in our house. Spheres, jewelry, trinkets… this has never happened to us,” he finishes. “Then it must be enchanted in some way,” another council member puts in. “Who saw this spell at work?” “I did. And my bodyguard, Xiao.” I turn and thank her and indicate she can take the box away. I didn’t even want to bring it into a room full of werewolves, but the prop has proved effective. “She can testify that black moonstone was found in a bracelet on the assassin who took my hand.”

Cushion-shaped, circular-cut rubies highlighted a fleur-de-lys motif set similarly with single-cut rose diamonds. Boris was stunned. His eyes were wide from shock. And yet, he was far from the most bewildered person out of everyone there. No one in the crowd was more surprised by the reveal than Barney Scaramucci, who had been on his way to buy his friend, Dawg, a drink. He had only joined the crowd because he had gotten curious, and when he had gotten there, Javier had started smashing the clock. He had been rather pleased with himself at first, laughing silently about how stupid Javier was. Seeing the pocket watch drained the color off his face, though, and he suddenly found himself snarli