Blue Bloods Sins Of The Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

“As much as it saddens me that Cece has done such a thing. I cannot punish her. There has been no crime committed. No rules broken. Even if the human happened to be Blue’s friend. I need you both to drop it.” “Do you think Blue is going to?” I hear Jaxon say. He turns to me, “You might as well tell him.” Father’s golden eyes flicker to me “Tell me what?” “Blue has asked Jaxon and I to kill whoever murdered the human.” “Did you agree?” I shake my head, “But you should also know she said she will kill them when she finds out who did it." He slumps down in his chair. My words seemed to be the last thing he expected.

"My father? What does this have to do with me? I have nothing to do with—" "You have everything to do with it." Dax cut off, his voice sharp and cold, slicing through the thick air between us. “Your family’s sins are buried in the blood of people like me. People who never had a chance because of your father’s greed.” His eyes narrowed, burning with something dark. “And now, you’ll pay for it. Just like everyone else.” A sharp wave of anger surged through me, cutting through the fear that had been gripping my chest. My fists clenched. "You think I’m just some pawn for you to play with?" My voice was steady now, defiant.

“Your father murdered my father. And his friends covered the crime and kept it out of the news.” Savannah gasped behind me, her hand flying over her mouth. I stepped back in surprise. “What?” I said, though it wasn’t disbelief—it was dread. “Why? How? And how am I supposed to trust what you’re saying?” Paula scoffed. “Your father had my father taken out because he refused to be bribed. My father was a good officer. A clean one. General Blackwood, however…” Her lip curled. “…was running gun smuggling operations and human trafficking, years before he even ran for presidency.”

"Since birth." "Since before." He folds his hands on the table. His knuckles are bruised — the stairwell. He does not seem to notice. "Since your father refused to listen. Since he invited contamination into the bloodline and called it love." He looks at me steadily. "Bloodlines are not love stories. They are responsibility. He forgot that. We did not." "You killed him."

Tristan’s voice said. I then realized that Caleb and I weren’t alone. Looking around the room, I found my family all standing around the couch. Not even one of them had dry eyes. It looked as if they had all been crying recently. “How can she be a pureblood, but have daddy’s wolf?” Ryleigh asked. “That I do not know Dear.” My mother answered my daughter. Something about my father caught my attention. Looking over at him, he looked thoughtful for a moment, then a flood of emotions fell over him. It was hard to decipher all the different emotions, but there were two that stood out. Guilt and shame.

The hole in my father's chest was red, the blood that flowed from it was red, and so was the heart that was given to me. My obsession with the colour red has now turned to black, but I will always haunt them with that same red. Salvador Epiphora must pay for his crime in the cruellest way possible, my father's blood will not flow in veins. I fell asleep with a tear stain on my cheek.

Santiago collected a few drops in the vessel. "If the colour do not change in next few seconds means you were not been under hate spell and if it turns blue then our suspicion will confirm". He shook the vessel.For some time nothing happened.I was started loosing hopes when the liquid in the container started changing into blue colour. Santiago put the container down to face me. "Why do you hate your mate?". He looked at me curiously. "How couldn't I ? Her family was the cause we almost everything"I said. "But she wasn't.She didn't knew what had they done She was not the part of the attack.She was not the one who killed Alpha Julian ". I fisted the bed sheet tight when I heard my father's na

Callum's POV “I’d be handing over my post to you soon. I won’t mind you already crazy in the head for a woman.” Father mumbled lightly as I escorted him to greet his fake friends in suits, with their never-ending love for dark parties like this. Just as I had sensed, it was never a normal party. It was never normal from the start. It only grew three shades of bloody and physical. We sensed we touched, and we bathed in blood as a rival party attacked all of a sudden. The deal was to save me. I wasn’t going to protect this old dying man again. I don’t care what the world would see or what Ophelia would think if I buried a rod in his neck… I just didn’t want him dying in my hands. He’d done too

Blue stood before Onel with a smug smile on his face. "You've served your purpose, omega," he declared. "I've given you the honor of serving me, your alpha. Now, all that's left for you to do is to die." Onel's heart pounded with fear as he looked into Blue's cold, calculating eyes. "A-Are you saying that my parents' death wasn't an accident?" he stammered. "D-Did you...kill them?"

For the first time in my life, I truly understood what it meant to be sick to your stomach. Charles Sinclair wasn’t just a monster. He wasn’t just my father. He was the head of STIRUP—a dark empire built on human suffering, blood, and unimaginable horrors. A place where humans were a form of transaction with the devil. He was a peak of the pyramid. And is dirty blood ran in my veins? My voice was barely a whisper as I clutched my knees to my chest. “Nate… he’s my father… and he’s a demon.”