Inglewood Family Bloods Mga Nobela at Kwento

They’re the reason I no longer have a twin sister, the reason my mother drinks herself into oblivion, the reason my father became even more heartless, and the reason Dom, my youngest brother, can no longer walk. Play nice with the Moretti bitch? No fucking way. I plan on sending her back to the Camorra in tiny little pieces and igniting the flames of war once more. You don’t take from me and decide to offer a virgin as a sacrificial lamb. A pawn to ease the flames. Sangue per sangue - blood for fucking blood. I had planned meticulously, calculating every detail, and anticipating each outcome, all to deal a decisive blow to the family that had wronged me so terribly. A family who ripped my ow

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.

A Ford family and the heirs of the family would not be some goody-two-shoes office worker who followed the justice system to the dot. Or maybe, Jenny made the mistake of thinking that both Christian and Charles, despite being around violence and crime, would be a little like her, wanting to get away from the chaos of being born into an age-old vampire family. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same for others. Especially for a family like the Ford family, who had generations of history as evidence for their almost psychotic bloodshed towards anyone who went against them. They are feared and respected by everyone. Jenny is not exactly scared.

The Nixon butler whispered, “Is she truly of our blood, Master?” “Only the Great Elder knows,” Ewing replied. “If he claims her, I will order a blood-reading immediately.” Verification was nearly impossible; the branch of the family Scarlett claimed to be from had been purged in the Great Purge years ago. There was no living parent to match her spirit-scent against. The butler’s lip curled. “She does not carry herself like a Nixon. She lacks the quiet steel of our ancestors. She seems to despise the Millers who raised her—a wolf who bites the teat that fed it is never to be trusted.”

I was his half-sister. The room began to spin. The bile rose in my throat, a bitter, acidic tide. Every touch, every night, every whispered word… it wasn’t just abuse. It was a desecration of blood. Laredo didn’t just want me because of a sick lust; he wanted me because I was the final piece of his father’s legacy that he hadn’t yet conquered. He was using me to humiliate the man who had sired us both. I heard the sound of an engine in the driveway.

“…he won’t keep her safe forever.” I ducked behind the desk, pressing myself against the wood, forcing shallow breaths. The voice drifted closer, then faded. Footsteps receded down the hall. The blood drained from my face. Leonard had been there. All this time, he had been entwined in my family’s affairs—long before he ever touched me, long before he ever said my name like he owns me. A chill ran through me, deeper than fear. What did this marriage truly mean? Protection? Punishment? Ownership?

Bishop ripped through my chest and roared with such might that the trees shuttered around us. Before I could rein him back in, we shifted and were running through the forest circling Athena's territory. I was making my second pass when I smell . . . A hint of stale blood and . . I slowed down and took in a big whiff of air. And expensive leather. Bloodsucker! A howl ripped through my chest, signaling my guards and Thomas. Within minutes, they emerged from the forest cover. "Someone has been watching my family." They all sniffed the air.

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.

"Are you asking me that shitty question?". She asked "Yes ma'am" I answered awaiting for her to proceed further. Although I knew what she wanted to say, it was best she said it with her mouth. Like I presumed Mom frowned her words out. "Aren't you at least scared!! Do you know what you're getting yourself into, if you accept Master Leonard's inheritance?". ( Mom's words to me) "Seriously? It seems you have forgotten, that I'm also a woods blood and Master Leonardo is Also my father"