In Cold Blood Movie の小説・ストーリー

she said with a smile so I nodded. I got off bed and just now, I noticed that I was in a room that was all color white. It's like I'm on television or maybe I'm confined to a mental hospital. This is a little bit creepy. Who is the sane person who would stay in a room where everything is white, right? Isn't it weird? Oh... they are vampires, not humans. I forgot about that. Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family.

The name hit me like a bullet in the chest. ‘The Cold Blood’ – that's what the name meant. The man who lived in the shadows and I had never seen. The very man my father always trembled at the mention of his name. The man I had killed hundreds for without knowing their offences. He was a bloodied criminal who gave orders to Mafia Bosses ..... including my father. Marry such a man? I would rather die, than share my breath with him!!

My blood runs cold. Shit.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

No, I would do it myself. My right hand gripped the shard and stabbed it into Elizabeth's body. Not just once. I couldn't control what I was doing; it was as if my body was moving on its own. Blood splattered on my face and nightgown. The smell of blood piercing my nose made my throat feel dry. Elizabeth had stopped moving for a few minutes now. With a little stagger, I stood up and moved away from her, my slightly trembling hand still gripping the shard tightly.

Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds. Callum had his eyes shut tight. Everything happening around him was too much to handle. He wanted to be with Steph. He was trembling with fear. He was mumbling for Steph. The air was thick as 6 people held their breath at the smell of blood filled the air. "Get your fucking hands of him. You bastard". Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

Not crying. My blood runs cold.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.