Bloody Mary Backstory Novels & Stories

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

He shrugged before looking at Arlan, then Walter asked, “Can you start today?” Mary was sited beside Jerry, and he was giving her little tips on how to up her skills and win the game. She looked up and saw Walter walking towards them with Arlan. “What the fuck?” Mary said, squeezing her bottle of glass so much. It broke into tiny pieces, and her hand started bleeding. Jerry quickly tore a piece of his shirt and used it to wrap around Mary’s hand. “What is wrong?” “Nothing serious. Just do me a small favor,” she whispered.

So many victim have been delivered to the cave, one of the allies of the Witches. They were the Blood-thirst, the very reason of the Bloody event in history! The old woman could only feel as if she was really a sinner, she was the one helping them to entered the Village unnotice, even the very time from the tens of thousands years ago, the Bloody Tragedy was connected to the Blood-thirst. The very one that she help to entered the palace... “I was sinned... So please just let me died!” The old woman shouted to whoever making this absurd thing happened, on being tormented at her supposed grave!

“Yes, some gold-digging slut my grandson is rolling in bed with. “ “Is that so? And this Pebbles is in Massachusetts?” “Yes, she was there at the house with them when I visited — what's your interest in this?” Mary asked, perplexed. “Nothing — nothing. I just knew a Pebbles once, that's all.” “Was she black too?” Mary scoffed. “She was.” Now Harrison knew he'd have to look into it. This could not only be just a coincidence. Mary replaced her pearls and slipped her legs one at a time into her pantyhose after she cleaned herself.

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."

“However, all of this took place in Bayview. You could say he didn’t cross over to the other organization's territory. However, I found out that they were starting to extend their influence to the Black Den’s headquarters as well as Phoenix. “My findings conclude that Mary, who was the daughter of the Martinez family who’d gone missing, was actually one of the members of Underworld Palace. Not long ago, she actually signed herself up for the Black Den’s headquarters’ recruitment drive. “I suspect she was trying to infiltrate the Black Den for the Underworld Palace’s benefit. Actually, I have reasons to believe that Underworld Palace was behind the missing cases of Soph and Mary. “If my memor

The bouncers barely spared them a glance before letting them in, the unconscious man slung between them. Mary Jale sat in her usual spot—a crimson velvet couch in the back, a glass of whiskey in hand. She was curvy, her red hair fell over one shoulder, her emerald eyes scanned them with sharp interest. She wore confidence like a second skin, her tight black dress brought out her fat boobs. Rogers grinned as they dropped Harry onto the couch beside her. “Got something special for you, Mary.” She arched a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze flicking to Harry’s face. “Him?” Her red lips curled into a smirk. “Where’d you find him?”

Amber would often suck the poison from the wounded, and she, too, came from a long legacy of vampires who saved many of our people during the Great Vampire Raids. Though our gang was called the ‘Blood Brothers’, Amber was content with not changing the name as she was the only female in our crew. I mentioned it several times, but she stated that she respected the legacy of what the Blood Brothers stood for and saw no need to change it on account of her. Just then, Martin opened the door. "Dinner is served, gentleman." Wendall licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. Wendall was tall and stocky. He had curly blond hair, and his eyes were still slightly bloodshot red. He had yet to learn

“What did he mean, when he said the Moon remembers you?” She looked down at her gloved wrist, where the Mark still throbbed faintly through the leather. “It means I’m the last of its bloodline. The Black Moon was forged through sacrifice — through a binding that required a living heir to carry part of its power. That heir was my family. My mother before me. And now… me.” Zevran slowed his horse until they rode side by side. “You said the Echo was gone.” “It was. The Echo was the shadow of what the Moon once was. But the true essence — the core of it — it’s bound to me. Always has been.”