Blue Bloods: Celebrating A Family Legacy の小説・ストーリー

Mama was at the backyard boiling water in the separate thatch used as our kitchen. “Good morning mama!” I greeted, she stared at my direction, nodded her head and kept on with what she was doing. I was really filled with curiosity, I wanted to know where my papa had gone and if he was back. “Mama, is papa back yet?” I asked waiting patiently for an answer that I didn’t get. She kept mute and this heightened my anxiety. “What if something bad had happened to papa, to my papa” I thought subconsciously. My mind kept on imagining crazy things, Papa shot dead lying in one of those forests. Our community was no longer the way it used to be, it was peaceful and serene but that was in the past. Pres

Ajay asked him if the hospital didn't have the particular blood type he requested, the doctor nodded and that got everyone in a panic. Avanti suggested getting her blood tested to find out if she was of the same blood type as her mom. Abhishek asked her not to bother since they were both B+ types of blood. Mr. Ajay said he also wasn't a match with his wife, we looked at Pinky however she also said, her blood wasn't a match with Mrs. Anuradha's. The doctor asked us to find a way to get the blood on time or else Mrs. Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry.

He was in a bad mood himself. Although Evans' family is from the city of light, he is from a long-established family with roots in several cities. The family is one of the more prestigious and powerful ones with many years of experience and a bloodline art that is unique. Bloodline Art. Developed by the ancestors and geniuses of a family, it was a totally different type of art. A form of art that can only be used by people with certain blood in their bodies. Perceiver of Light was the bloodline art name in Evans' case.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

Grandpa White was sure of this. "Dylan, I made you stay in the room because I want you to know that you have a great responsibility on your hands, you are also the hope for the future of the White family. The glory of the White family came from a bloody and stormy history, so you must not belittle the contribution of every White before you, and more importantly, you must not let them down. For the sake of every White who paved the way for you, you must ensure that the White legacy lives on in you, understand?"

“I choose red over blue, because they are not losers.” Maybe if she had tried responding back like the way the red team responded back to the blue team, maybe she wouldn’t be feeling less of herself at that moment. But she already got used to taking things as they were and then looking for an escape when it gets bad. What if there comes a time when she would have to face the bad things because the escape she’s always looked for and got won’t be there again?

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

"What truth? What do you mean by ‘older?’" The Duke’s expression darkened, his eyes locking onto hers with a look that made her stomach churn. "There’s a legacy, Victoria. A legacy that stretches back long before either of us were born. Your family—your blood—has been tied to this legacy for centuries. And now, it’s your turn to play your part." Victoria blinked, trying to make sense of his words. "My family? I don’t understand. What does my family have to do with this?" The Duke stepped forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Everything. Your bloodline holds the key to unlocking the power we’ve all been fighting for. And that power will change everything—everything we know."

The distance felt necessary. “My parents,” he began, the words clipped, “are the embodiment of the picture-perfect couple. If you saw them in a magazine, you’d think ‘legacy.’ ‘Old money.’ ‘Philanthropists.’ They own half of Bluewhale, or it feels like they do. Everything was always about the image. The future. The dynasty.” He was silent for a moment, and I waited, my hand finding Jax’s, and lacing their fingers together. Jax’s grip was tight, almost painful.

“Okay. Go on.” For a moment, I watch her in silence, seeing the way she takes a deep breath before she finally speaks. “Dad, I'm…” she pauses. “I’m a Trueblood.” Confused, I slightly lean forward. “You said you are a what?” “A Trueblood. I was told it's a rare and very powerful bloodline that hasn’t existed for centuries. I was also told that mum was a Trueblood too and that I inherited it from her. Dr. Audrey discovered it during my stay at the Royal Medical Center, and now, I am scared of what I have to do with all this.”