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Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

His eyes were only looking at the files in front of him as he slowly sat on his chair and flipped through the pages of the files. Finally, as he stared at the old photograph of the man who washed up on the shore, Michael released a jagged breath and his blood ran cold. The photo of a tortured man and the memory he had long since attempted to erase and forget came into view, he felt his heart begin to sink. On the left hip of his brother's decaying body, which was lying on a table inside of a morgue, was a tiny tattoo of a red dragon that he used to like. He felt like his memories came crashing in his mind as he realized that His brother has a tattoo similar to the Mondragon empire's crest o

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

“Conrad Vittori was the godfather of the Italian Mafia, my grandfather. He was killed and my father, Dominic, was supposed to take over from him. His uncle, Rocco, stole the godfather seat from my father and an all-out war broke out. The Vittori family made two strategic alliances through marriage. My aunt, Hunter, married Lev Volkov, leader of the Russian Mafia, and my other aunt, Inara, married Agron Makolli, leader of the Albanian Mafia. My uncle, Gage, married Lev’s cousin, Anya, Arya’s parents. The Volkov’s were a crucial alliance. They controlled the harbor, which meant control of all imports and exports and a lucrative gun trade. The Albanians controlled the drug trade, which were now

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Three hours later, a scream suddenly echoed from the hallway. Dr. Smith stood outside, drenched in sweat, his surgical gown splattered with arterial blood. His hands trembled violently, and he could barely form a complete sentence. "Mr. Stafford's blood vessels… extremely fragile… "Severe hemorrhaging started as soon as the surgery began… we can't stop it… "I'm sorry… we've done everything we could. "Please… prepare for the worst…" "William!" Joel's body shook violently before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“ There is a person with that type of blood . “ said Damian . “ Who is that ? “ asked Antonio desperate . “ Me ! I am B negative . “ said Damian looking at Antonio’s desperate expression . “ You…?…… “ said Antonio surprised . “ Sir Damian…..Yes ! Why didn’t I think it before ? How silly I am ?! Sir Damian , are you willing to donate some of your precious blood ? “ said the doctor . “ Yes ! You need to save that kid at all costs . “ said Damian with a serious tone . “ As long as we have the blood , he will be fine . Please go ahead with the nurse to get your blood drawn . “ said the doctor relieved that a solution had finally appeared . “ Please , follow me sir Damian ! “ said the nurse . Dam