For Blood And Money Novels & Stories

“I’m not here to take your charity. I’m here because someone thought I should be. And the longer I sit here, the more I start thinking they were right.” Her gaze turned frostier. “You mistake presence for power.” “No,” he said. “I just don’t confuse money with worth.” That earned a sound — not quite a laugh, not quite a cough — from someone at the far end of the table. Victor. He stood suddenly, chair scraping slightly as he moved. “Well, this has been illuminating.” Merrick frowned. “The reading isn’t complete.” Victor adjusted his cufflinks. “We’ve already heard the punchline.”

The silence that follows is heavy with everything we’re not saying, all the ways our family fell apart and can’t quite figure out how to come back together. Then his voice shifts, gets quieter and more serious. “Just be careful, Cass.” “What do you mean?” “People with money like that, they don’t care about people like us. They’ll use you up and spit you out the second you’re not useful anymore. I’ve seen it happen.” “It’s not like that—” “I’m serious. Whatever you think you have with them, whatever relationship you think you’re building, it’s not real. You’re staff. You’re help. And the second they decide you’re not worth keeping around, you’re gone.”

"Don't expect a single cent from me. Let's see how you're going to pull this off." Brian chimed in from the side, grinning. "Exactly! No money, and you still want to go to college? Winterford Institute of Technology? Keep dreaming!" I ignored him and pulled a heavy metal box out from under my bed. Inside was a stack of cash. Ones, fives, tens, and twenties, with a few hundred-dollar bills mixed in, piled into a small mound. Every dollar I had ever earned. Paid for with sweat, bruises, and whatever pride I had left, starting from elementary school.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

"It was the first time in my life I wasn't being paid with blood money." "Blood money," Helena repeated, letting out a dry, clicking laugh that didn't reach her face. "You children and your dramatics. Caspian, tell her what the Northcrest fund actually did. Tell her how many families would be living in tents if my husband hadn't stabilized the regional banks after her father’s little meltdown."

“I am going to ruin every single one of you until you beg for that atonement.” “You can’t do this. The company-” “It is built on blood money and under-the-table business deals. The second trouble comes, investors and anyone affiliated with half a brain will run. You won’t even be able to put in the paperwork for your unemployment before that plaque is off that wall.” “The enemies you’ll have.”

he asked, and I nodded and began to cry. "Yes, yes your highness. My mother has cancer caused by the ash, and she is dying," I confessed. "What about medical treatments available. A lot of people have been able to beat the ash cancer,' he said, and I laughed, wiping away my tears. "A lot of Bloods, your highness," I corrected him, "A lot of Bloods have been able to beat cancer because they get all the best medical care. Moons can't afford them, and even if they could, our physicians don't have the best types of equipment for that." I said, and he shook his head.

Unflinching. “Stay back,” he growled. And I did. Because one look at him, and I knew: these weren’t men who dealt in warnings. “Please… I’ll return the money!” my father gasped, coughing blood. “I just need more time!” The blood in my veins turned to ice. Money? “What money?” I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. The biggest of the three sneered. “You stole from Mr. Rodriguez. You know what happens to thieves.”