Blue Bloods Loose Lips Novels & Stories

The instinct to protect what was his. Even from his own blood. Especially from his own blood. --- He tracked the scent to the east wing of the old house. The part no one used. Where the roof leaked and the floorboards remembered footsteps from decades ago. Elias was waiting. Of course he was. Men who left warnings in dead men's handwriting liked to watch them land. "She's dangerous." Elias didn't turn from the window. Below, the town moved through its morning, unaware. "The bloodline."

But my dad saw the exchange and gave me a cold glare. “Liana, we need to know so that we can find a cure for you.” Queen Marquis nudged her. Liana sighed as she gazed at her plate. “The one with the forbidden fence. Th one that is near the purple flowers.” I also my felt my soul detach itself from my body. My hands started shaking profusely. Both of my parents were glaring daggers at me now. I wish I could get a chance to get underground but could not. “My dear, would you please take Liana to her

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.

I grab the glass, now within reach and chuck the contents in Diana's face. Diana blinks hard a few times, her eyes going back to her normal blue colour. Slowly she focuses on me in a sweaty mess from having to contort myself like a fucking pretzel. "Bonnie.... What are you doing? And why am I covered in...... lemonade?" We both burst out laughing, I'm laughing out of sheer relief. I was nearly squished like play doh in her bloody hand. I flop on the floor. Thankfully it's dark in the kitchen and my throat heals over within a minute. Quickly I wipe the faint traces of blood onto my jumper sleeve.

Ruby squeaked, nauseous, being stirred up by the loose change. “I'm afraid I don't, sir. My living space is leaking and being bombarded by hot bullets," she quipped. “Yes, I'm sorry, madam.” Jay gave a slight bow, his thumb pointing towards the table. “May I start writing now, Miss?” "If your writing looks like chicken feet, I'll think again." *** One accusation led to a long speech. Halfway through the journey, James Sandreas wanted more to defend himself before Jay agreed. He explained the storyline, starting last week, namely the schedule for replacing the 'blood' stock in Jay's private wine cellar, it’s not a goat blood.

retorted another voice while the crowd went into commotion. Papa held my hands firmly, I guess he had a sixth sense for danger. The first sound of gunshot sounded in the hall while silence rented the air. The victim slumped to the floor silently, the soldiers had acted, they had broke the conventional methodology of negotiation. There was a loud commotion, the incessant sound of gunshots, tears, shouts… The hall was painted red with such anguish. “Eze, hold on to me firmly” papa shouted sensing my fear. Papa was meticulous to study all the entrances, we cut across the other side of the hall and jumped through the window.

“Shit. Princess, I’m sorry. I should have noticed you before.” Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. “What color was that lipstick?” Leia looked at me curiously, “burgundy.” “So red?” Leia shook her head. “It’s dark red, purplish color. Like fucking wine.” “You go sleep, I’ll shower okay?” Leia yawned and nodded.

“The priestess said it would be good for your system.” “Thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the cup. “Do you want anything else?” I asked. She shook her head, signaling a quiet decline. Blue had been unusually quiet during this period, and it deeply concerned me. She had not spoken much since the incident, and I know she still blames herself. “Blue, you know you can talk to me, right?” I said, sitting down beside her. “I have nothing to talk about,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

“I know you killed them or your wolf did which I don't fully understand, but it's all because of Quinn. I’m just saying, Ophelia is not telling you something.” “What do you think?” I ask Blue. “It won’t hurt to speak to her.” She shrugs her shoulders and the bed sheet that is wrapped around her slips a little. Her hands fumble to keep it hoisted up. It wasn’t even seven in the morning and already I could tell that this was going to be a shitty day.