Inglewood Family Bloods Mga Nobela at Kwento

, but before I could speak, something hit me—like a bucket of ice water poured straight into my skull. Memories. But not mine. A grand estate bathed in moonlight. Lavish dinners where crystal goblets didn’t hold wine. Whispers about bloodlines and rival clans. A name: Lady Astrid Valemont—the daughter of Duke Corvinus Valemont, one of the most powerful vampire nobles in the land. And the worst part? I knew exactly where I’d heard that name before. From a book. Not just any book—Blood and Moonlight. My favorite guilty-pleasure fantasy romance. It was the kind of novel where everyone was broody, beautiful, and one emotional outburst away from starting a war.

They were my responsibility, and I knew I had to look their father in the eye and tell him what had happened to his sons. The farm seemed deserted, but I guessed that was mainly due to the rogue attack earlier. There was a group of Zetas moving all the bodies so they could be burned. None of them would get released or receive a proper funeral ceremony. I got out of the SUV and knocked on the front door. “Your Majesty.” Collin McGowen almost stuttered as he opened the door and his face paled as he looked at me. “Mr. McGowen, may I please come inside?” I asked him.

She regretted her previous action. Lord Kruger held her, while the others held her father and siblings. Even her aunty that had come to join them. They were also pleading. Her father looked horrified. "I am sorry." Luciana cried. "Please let her go. Have me." She begged. The vampire lord paid deaf ears to the family's pleas, and he had the woman killed while the family watched. "Noooo!" She cried. "Get away from me." She kicked, wanting to get to her mother, but her reaction seemed to amuse the vampire Lord.

Blade stands up and says, “I’ll see if there’s anything else I can discover with her.” I murmur, “Thank you.” He walks out of the office and I groan as the door shuts behind him. I need to speak to our father over this new addition and I’m not sure how well that will go over. Our father, Julian Ambrose, is very… old school. He worked hard in keeping our blood line pure to guarantee the best and most powerful vampires. He thinks that’s the way everyone should do. He’s not going to be happy about a half-blood staying here. Especially because I think she has potential. I think he’ll find it threatening that someone else can be so powerful.

"Okay, now that you got that shit out of your system, tell me what's really going on." Her face crumbled. Whatever fight she had left drained out of her, and she spoke in a defeated whisper. "Hilliard was our biggest backer, and he contracted the Roth gang first," she admitted. "With him exposed, my family was forced to pick up the slack, but even then, we're not the ones who want you and your family dead." She let out a bitter laugh. "That honor belongs to the McIntyre family. Ever since their son died, they've been looking for revenge and now there's a bounty on you."

Luca’s face went blank—deadly blank. Marco. The quiet kid who’d driven us to the club the night this all escalated. Luca looked at me. His eyes were wet again—but this time it was pure rage. “Call Enzo,” he told me. “Tell him to hold Marco. No one touches him until we get back.” I pulled out my phone—hands steady now. As I dialed, Luca leaned in close to his uncle. “You sold my family,” he said softly. “For what? A bigger cut? A seat at a different table?”

“How could someone from my own family do that without my parents telling me?” “I don't know,” Xander answered honestly, pulling another record closer as his eyes moved across the faded writing. “But if your family was involved, then we need to understand why before we decide what their actions actually meant.” I opened another ancient record and spread it beside the first one, comparing the names and symbols carefully. “Look at this,” I murmured, pointing toward a paragraph near the bottom. “The Blackwoods are mentioned here, and so is the Thorne bloodline.”

"You're spitting blood! Don't you know the reputation of your He and Nie families? Don't you think others know? Now that you're here in our Ford family to play this kind of trick, are you playing dumb too much? Have you really become a fool, or are you stupid to begin with?" The Ford family Elder scolded the He family's Elder angrily. "You're against each other. If you want to fight, then fight. Aren't you afraid of blushing when playing these tricks?"

As we faced each other, he reached into my holster, drawing my blade—the one adorned with the Capone emblem. The blade's polished steel catching the ambient light in the room. The Capone emblem gleamed, a symbol of our family's legacy etched onto the hilt. Dad extended the knife toward me, handle-first, a silent invitation to partake in the blood pact. Our eyes locked, understanding passing between us. Without uttering a word, I took the blade from his hand. I pressed its sharp edge against the palm of my hand. The small bead of blood welled up on my palm from the shallow cut. My gaze remained fixed on the droplet, symbolizing the gravity of our commitment. Dad mirrored my actions, slicing h

It was the first time I had ever seen the man—the iron-fisted leader of the Silva Cartel—actually break. He looked smaller, his shoulders sagging as his wife clung to him. “I can’t lose my baby girl again,” he choked out, his voice thick. “I just got her back after searching for so long…” Beside him, Victor and Carlos were unnervingly silent. Victor, usually the most stoic of the group, had eyes that glistened with unshed tears. Seeing the Silva family—a dynasty built on blood and power—wrecked by the simple fact that their sister and daughter didn’t know her name... it was a sight I wasn’t prepared for.