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"You'd kill me." "I'd prefer not to. I meant what I said about the relocation." I stand back up. "But I need the name." He closes his eyes. I let him have a moment — thirty seconds, no more — because sometimes the pause does more work than anything physical. Let him sit in the pain and the fear and the calculation and arrive at the place where the math stops working in his favor. He opens his eyes. "I want the money first," he says. "Transfer. Offshore. Before I say anything."

"The blood-born. Malakai is pulling in the feral lineages, the mercenaries of the night who don't care for treaties or sovereign law." "He thinks he's being clever," Tala spat, a dangerous spark of static electricity crackling across her knuckles as her fury mounted. "He thinks because he commands a global fortune, he can treat the ancient bloodlines like a private security firm. He has absolutely no concept of what he is unleashing. The blood-born don't follow corporate contracts, Soren. They follow hunger."

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

“Just get me the money and you can do whatever you like. I don't care if you get married to someone else. All I want is the money, otherwise, you, my darling, aren't going anywhere. We’re hooked together like the hip and bone and the only thing that can separate us, is that million. The sooner you get it, the better. And don't forget that I know a lot of your secrets, love. One mishap and I'll be leaking them to the world, and they will pay me for it. One million is just icing on the cake, if you care about your reputation.” "Fine, if that’s your wish, you ungrateful bastard,” Scarlet said before adding, "I’ll wire you the money tomorrow, and let me not see your face ever again.”

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

The gun tightened in my hand without me thinking. He didn’t flinch. “Not a collector. A shepherd. Make him understand he’s in danger if he doesn’t. Tell him—truthfully or not—that the Blood Moon have eyes for men who can’t pay. That men who owe blood don’t have many tomorrows.” He tapped the table, slow and deliberate. “If the money doesn’t come, the Blood Moon will come for him.” The name hit harder than I expected. Blood Moon. Assassins. If they took a contract, there’d be no bargaining, no bargaining chips left to trade.

"That money belongs to the Crescent Pack. It’s blood money, earned by my wolves. They protect this land." I finally looked up but kept my gaze cold, with a feeling of satisfaction. "That money was earned by me, Roman. I took the pack’s stagnant land-holdings and turned them into a REIT. I invested your 'blood money' into human tech stocks when you told me to 'just go shopping and stay out of the way.' I didn't steal it. I’ve just... moved it to a human bank. One where an Alpha’s roar doesn't count as a PIN code."

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

“That’s what I called my blood money.” “Penance for what I did.” “I want you to have it, Dante.” “Use it however you want. Burn it. Give it away. Invest it.” “I don’t care.” “It won’t bring your father back.” “It won’t undo what I did.” “But maybe it can do some good.” Sienna looked at him. “We could use it.” Dante’s voice came out immediately. “I don’t want it.” “Blood money. That’s exactly what it is.”

It went exactly as it was supposed to go like a business transaction between men who understand that some things are more valuable than money, and some debts can only be paid in flesh and blood. And now I belong to one of those men, whether I want to or not.