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He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

I couldn't get myself to ask because of how good it was. "Why does it taste different?" I asked as I swallowed the last drop. "Cos it's different. Cos its blood," Wait! What! Next update: 04/07/2021 (5 new chapters) Kindly leave your reviews. You can get the book on A****n as well.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

I had barely had time to register what happened when he walked towards me again, lifted me and threw me again. "Ouch….. please" I gasped, coughing out blood. "Why is Rowan taking all the time in the world, please I beg of you" I cried out, my blood on the floor, but just as I stared at the blood, I immediately recalled why I was here in the first place. There was no time to feel sorry for myself, no time to give in to the pain spreading through every part of me. If my blood truly held the power that the book of light claimed it did, then this was the moment to find out, no matter the cost.

The memory of his phone conversation with Melly replayed in his mind like a broken tape. At the time, Melly had told him about a foolish servant who had been bitten by their pet dogs. She had spoken with disgust, complaining that the servant's blood had stained the mansion floor. And Robert? He remembered clearly how he had listened to the story with complete indifference. He had not cared at all. To him, a dead servant could simply be replaced with money. Robert had never imagined, not even in his worst nightmare, that the blood-soaked figure who had been left to suffer and die without treatment that night was Rossa.

" Page by page, I turned through it. The crowd gradually fell silent. "In this house, every bite of food I ate, every piece of clothing I wore, had a clearly marked price." I closed the notebook and looked straight into Brian's eyes. "Dad taught me this since I was a kid. Fair exchange. No free lunch. "So, tell me. Why should I pay for his medical bills now? What does his illness have to do with me? Is this something I consumed?" Brian's face changed. He stammered. "Th…that's still our dad! He raised you! That kind of debt is greater than anything!"

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

Leather, dust, faint hints of dried herbs still clinging to the pages. My fingers hovered just inches from the nearest row. I didn’t touch. Not yet. I only let my eyes move across the titles, slowly, reverently, the way one might read names on a gravestone or constellations in the sky. There were texts on magical theory, of course—advanced treatises on Bloodcraft, lineage studies, ancient House rituals—but nestled in between them were books that surprised me. Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines