Blue Bloods Hard Bargain Novels & Stories

Susan questioned Casper was confused but he immediately remembered that Hardin was a rare blood type. “I know someone. “ Casper said

“Nova.” “I’m fine,” I said again. A sharp warmth spread. Wrong. The young council member stared at me. “You’re bleeding.” I looked down. Red stained my hands. Gasps burst. Kieran caught me. “Nova.” “I said I’m fine,” I snapped, then faltered. The white-haired elder whispered, “The bargain takes blood.” “No,” I said. “It takes the truth.” The pain surged. Stronger. My knees buckled. Kieran held me tight. “Call the healers.”

I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again. "Now this is what we call a show!" The crazed Lorenzo shouted in excitement. "I'm betting one million dollars on Blue Blood!" Someone screamed behind me. I turned to his direction. The excitement was written all over his face as he adjusted comfortably in his seat. I swallowed hard. The whole room went eerily silent. This meant every one of them knew that Blue Blood was a wolf. None of them freaked out. Also, seeing another fighter with the same ability only sparked their curiosity and interest. More bets were placed on Blue Blood; the screen showed the odds.

“Never heard of them before, but new gangs are popping up all the time. It’s hard to hold territory these days.” “She’s very young.” I tug the blanket up. “Someone paid off their debt with a sister or a daughter.” “Do you think we will be able to buy her from Blackstone?” I thumb Aurora’s cheek lightly. “No. I don’t think so. Would you give up this prize without a fight? For just a few dollars?” Ezra’s silence gives the answer. No. This is a face that you fight wars over. “I never liked Blackstone anyway,” Ezra says lightly, telling me that he’s by my side.

“Then take our offer.” The Harbingers’ Bargain The Other Anita seemed beside me. “You can leave. But now it is no longer for free.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the price?” She smiled. “Let one folks out with you.” I froze. The Harbingers watched. Waiting. I exhaled sharply. And whispered, “…Deal.”

“Maybe I’ll sing for you instead. You like that, don’t you? We still have a performance at our birthday party later, right? You’re supposed to sing while I play the guitar.” “Mr. and Mrs. Montenegro, may we proceed with embalming Mr. Redrigo now?” the mortician asked carefully. Blue turned to the man, enraged. He stormed over and grabbed the man by the collar. “Who are you calling dead?! What if I kill you instead?!” he shouted, his eyes wild. Zander pulled Blue away. “Your brother is gone. Accept it, Blue.” “No! He’s alive! Red is still alive!” Grey, Green, and Zander all worked together to drag Blue out as he violently resisted.

"You messaged." Oh. It's her. The one known for black-market blood deals. She'd been doing it under the radar for years—selling blood, mostly omega, sometimes alpha, to labs or rogue buyers. She paid well. Real well. "It's me," I said quickly. "How much money do you need?" "Only about four thousand," I replied, voice tight. She raised a brow. "That much? That'll cost you more than three bags—at least." "I know. Just do it," I snapped.

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.

“There are only two bargains I am asking. First, when we were married, whenever my family or yours visited, you acted like a proper wife and cooked food.” Is he serious? “What? I don’t know how to cook!” “Second, when I am asking for you, you will be there, no complain, just be there,” he continued ignoring my question. “I disagree with the cooking, Zach. I am not a chief!” I complained. His shoulder lifted a bit. “Learn how to cook. A bargain is a bargain.” And he had the victory smile again. I gritted my teeth and smiled contrived. “You are right. A bargain is a bargain,” I drew, accentuating the words.

At least he was honest about holding something back. “So I helped you too,” I said. “Yes,” he answered simply. “You did.” That truth settled between us in a strange way. Until then, I had only seen myself as the desperate one, the woman who had begged for rescue with nothing to offer in return. But Xavier had needed something too. The bargain had not been one-sided after all. After a moment, Xavier rose from his chair. “I have a meeting in a few minutes.” I nodded. He took a step, then stopped and looked back at me. “You should eat more today.”