Bloody Money Novels & Stories

My heart sank. "However," Nico's tone shifted, and he pulled the stack of bank statements closer, "there's a lot more to this. You used far more than the little profit from what your father left. These streets have been in the red for years, and the extra money you put in…" "Almost two million dollars. This is your blood money. Your personal "gift."" "Gift?" I repeated the word, tasting the bitterness. "Yes, a unilateral gift," Nico leaned forward. "For him to keep this money, you would have to prove he used fraud to get it. Otherwise, by the code of the street, a gift is a gift. Not a loan."

Toby wanted a fortress; Julian wanted a financial war; I wanted to preserve the soul of the home I had built. “You’re being naïve, Lisa!” Toby shouted, the frustration finally boiling over. “They sent your tooth. They’re telling you they’ve had their hands on you since you were six years old. You think your ‘light’ is going to stop men who trade in children’s bones?” “And you think a gun is going to stop a bank?” Julian countered, his voice a sharp, icy edge. “They’ve frozen the foundation. They’re cutting off the oxygen. If I can’t move the money, the security team walks. The ‘dead zone’ vanishes.”

Chapter Seven: The Girl in My House Ivy had never seen a house this big. She stood just inside the Sterling mansion, her small bag hanging from her shoulder as her eyes wandered across the enormous living room. Everything looked expensive—the polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the furniture was plush and elegant, and massive paintings adorned the walls in ornate gold frames. She felt small and out of place, like a visitor in a world that didn't belong to her.

"That's impossible! It's just soup! She's a human, she can't make anything worth that much!" "One and a quarter million dollars," Mr. Collins repeats, his voice flat and unforgiving. "Will that be cash, card, or pack asset transfer?" Malcolm’s jaw clenches so hard I can hear his teeth grinding together. His eyes dart around the hallway, sweat breaking out along his hairline. They don't have that kind of money liquid, not after the losses they suffered in the Blackveil Quarter wars last month. "We... we don't have that on us right now," Malcolm stammers out, his Alpha pride crumbling right in front of his wife and daughter.

He walked over to his dark wood dresser, opened the top drawer, and reached inside. He was holding a thick, crisp stack of bills. More money than I’d seen in my life. He turned and looked at me with those grey eyes. He tossed the money at me. They hit my chest and fluttered down. Some landed on my feet. Some landed on the floor around me. “Is that enough for your services muteblood?”

19th January, 1999 Undisclosed location Joel I watched with satisfaction as Lana stared at Gregory, completely lost for words. So far, I think this is the biggest bombshell I've dropped on her. On the other hand, convincing Gregor on this wasn't as easy as I expected. I will give him that though, the man is loyal to a fault. That's when I used the greatest weapon of all- money. Who knew the great governor could bend by just offering him a few thousand dollars. I never knew that he was deep in debt. Apparently, our good man here found himself in the company of some drug barons and now, they needed the money he was loaned.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

The scent from money in the bag filled the air and it suffused the lackey's. The moment Stone and his men saw the stack of cash alongside inhaling it's scent, greed crept into their eyes in an avaricious manner as excitement suffused them. "One million dollar debt and interest of four million dollar all in there, not a single penny less..." Diana replied evenly. One of Stone's lackey swiftly rushed forward to grab the money, But Stab stopped him with slightly heavy kick. Por! He landed on the floor heavily, shockingly he was not hurt. He quickly got up to join his colleagues.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.