I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

Come alone. My blood ran cold all over again.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

I clench my teeth until I taste blood. And I know she's won.

i needed to get to the bottom of everything. And with everything about being wanted for my blood ‘getting stronger might actually not be a bad thing…’

But then an unexpected wave of red hot furry filled me like the force of a thousand suns. I suddenly had this intense craving for blood. Specifically, my aunt’s blood.

The water runs pink for what feels like hours. But eventually, I see that it’s clear and I assume that the blood is off of me. When I slipped in the ballroom, I hadn’t expected to wear someone’s blood for so long. It wasn’t lost on me that I washed away the last remnants of life from someone. I didn’t know who. And I think that might have been the worst part.

“It does what it should do, you know? I'm alive so it means it works.” He should be dead if it didn't work well. That was something I didn't want to see. Not now. Not ever, even. I didn't mean to, but something popped into my mind and without thinking twice, I let out. “Take my blood.”

I was given one more chance. I was reborn to the day the victims' family first came to our house. As I stood outside the airport, I heard the cab drivers calling for fares. The noise buzzed around my head, and a fierce excitement rose inside me. I held my phone, waiting for Maeve's call. Sure enough, she called three seconds later. "Lydia! What do I do? Someone scraped my car while it was parked!" In my last life, she had said the same thing.

I stared down at my hands at the skin that had always felt like mine, like something simple and ordinary. But it wasn’t.. It never had been and now I understand perfectly where I had gotten the power to end Anton’s life.. Now I understood what was inside of me. ‘Good girl’ that voice again. ‘Now do you know what this all means?’ “My blood…” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. “…belongs to them.”

How is it possible that I can taste the blood in my mouth, in my throat, in the air? Who's blood is it? My blood, it's me. I'm shot.