For Blood And Money の小説・ストーリー

It was a stark reminder of the depths of her betrayal and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her twisted goals. The sight of that large sum of money fueled a surge of anger within me. It was a stark reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the individuals involved in this deadly game. They valued human life so little that they were willing to pay a small fortune to snuff it out without a second thought.

If family wouldn’t help her, she’d buy loyalty. Money always worked better than blood.

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston

he let out a deep sigh, "The heads doesn't care if both groups kill each other, what's important is they entertain the one who provides them money." Money. All of this things circulates around the money. Money is the reason. Is money more important than life? Eleonna felt like she was about to throw up. Is this how desperate humanity is for that thing? Are they that willing to get their hands dirty just to satisty their needs? She swore she only felt the weight of her bad decisions just now. She doesn't want to be a murderer, she never wanted to become one. "Now, do you still want to take the part of the game, Eleonna?"

“I didn’t realize it was doing so well. Maybe we can add to it once I get my inheritance. I’ve been researching a new breed of horseflesh…” “It’s holding its own and we can do whatever you want with it, but I was referring to that money I was trying to tell you about,” he said as he pulled her close. Her soft hair caressed his solid chest as she snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m worth three-million dollars, baby.”

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

I mean, they have other children who can help with their retirement. All they want is money, money, money. Money is more important than family. Is money more important than their granddaughters? The blood money was an exchange for their son and daughter-in-law’s lives. Don’t they have any consideration for their son and daughter-in-law with all that fuss about money? Oh, I guess they don’t care about the dead since Mom and Dad are gone.

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

“Damn woman, how is it that you can read people so well? Yes, there is more to the story. When my grandfather died he left all of his money to us, millions.” “You’re rich, so why are you working?” “That money came from drugs, human trafficking and murder. Its blood money and I refuse to touch any of it. My parents, on the other hand, took it and moved to Ireland. I told them if they kept it they were dead to me and they still chose to keep it.” “Maybe they needed it to move away and start a new life.” “I don’t care, their son was killed, his blood is on that money and I’ll be damn if I’ll touch a penny of it,” he said, moving her away he went and sat on the edge of the bed.