Bloody Money Novels & Stories

I never expected to receive compensation. When I looked at the notification message that had just appeared on my phone, I could not help asking: “Where did this money come from?” The system answered immediately. [Compensation funds originate from the assets of the Lawson Group.] [Assets were legally liquidated and transferred under system administration before being transported across worlds.] [Source verified as compliant. Host bears no future liability or repayment obligations.] So it was the Lawson family’s money. I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back.

Anthony and Carlton walks up to Banks, holding out a sleek black leather duffel bag each. Banks looks inside and smile, before tapping their both shoulders. He reaches inside, and pulls out thick, vacuum-sealed bricks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. "O my God!" It's me. I'm the one who gasped at the sight of the cash while my bridesmaids squeal shamelessly as Banks walk up to me with the cash in his hands. The music changes to..... 'Money money money, must be funny, in a rich man's world.'

Bean was seen in the video, holding up bags of blood with my name written on them, while trading them with a burly man. "This is the rare Rh-negative blood. Freshly harvested," Dr. Bean said, his voice clearly audible. "Same old price for 50,000 dollars a bag." The entire ward fell silent. I turned around to look at Mom and Ian, who had turned deathly pale. "So, in your eyes, I'm not just an ATM machine. I'm also your money-making cash cow after all. "You said that I was delusional, Mom. So, tell me. Did I invent this black market blood-trafficking operation because of my delusions as well?

“The money you stole from Sarah, and the reward money from Jasper. I want every last penny.” “Hey! Not cool!” He wiped hand across his face, smearing the blood even more. “Thats mine! I did the job!” “You put your dirty hands on my mate’s private property. You stole her money and destroyed her home. Give me the money, or I’ll take it from your flesh.” “Bosch man, this guy is crazy,” another one of his so-called friends was backing away from the table. “Just give him the money.” Bosch patted around in his pockets until he dragged out a wad of cash. He threw it down on the table. The money smelled like Sarah, and Poppy too.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

- Bobby from her pocket, Bhlezy shows a dark crystal "This will be the new money that we are using"- Bhlezy "that is..."- Sunny "yes this is Dark Crystal, using this we can collect lots of it while their willingness to survive never falter, if they don't do anything it is their fault anymore; if they fight to survive they can buy from us supplies that they need"- Bhlezy after staying silent for a long time Phil suddenly talks "I think it was a good idea, this monetary system will be our new cash"- Phil

But when he saw the group staring blankly back at him, it was right at that moment that it dawned on the captain that the term probably did not ring a bell. So with this realization, he made a full introduction to it instead. “This coin you see here is one of eight hundred eighty-two identical pieces that the royalist supporters delivered in a stone chest to Don Fabello himself. Blood money was paid to stop the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the Don's greed was insatiable and so the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes even a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.”

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. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

Rachel asked though I could already guess what Art was going to answer. "Blood money is a big motivator. Blood is a big motivator. This world is made up of more monsters than you know, Rachel. We're all slaves to the blood trade in one way or another. Now I just need permission to start looking into Elena Campbell." "If you're asking me for it? You have it. Just. Tell me everything. No matter what you find out. I want to know. Deal?" Art offered her his hand and I released my grip on her arm so she could shake it with the firmest grip her shaking hand could manage.

Rena chuckled and glared teasingly at Viktor. "You're a Badblood for sure" Niko said, who stood on the shadows a little far away from Viktor, leaning at the cold stone wall, his arms crossed at his chest. His voice was hard and deep, full and low. Very manly. "No ordinary humans bleed gold. You just don't know your ability yet and that golden blood is a clue" Serra stared at him. She seemed lost in his words and swallowed. His curly hair waving in his forehead, covering his eyes. His muscles was hard and firm in the dim light