Inglewood Family Bloods Novels & Stories

"Would you still say that, if they were all scattered in all directions and yet this woman still never came out of there until dawn again?" "Hahaha...!" Josh laughed loudly, "So now vampires like butterflies?" "Shut up," Al said without turning his gaze but the tip of his index fingernail was already in Josh's internal carotid artery. "Josh," Ann said reminding him not to overdo it. "Yes, yes, yes," he replied. "What about the family? Their child disappeared before the wedding, wouldn't that be a commotion?" asked Al and ignored Josh. "Only three days. After that, they no longer cry or fuss over Diana's disappearance. For them, Diana has tarnished the family name and they consider her dead,"

The audacity of the fucker to sit there and speak as though he owned the damn place! "If I recall well enough, this place used to belong to the wulfblood family and was formerly called Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack," Angel delivered. The older man went pale and gave Angel a searching gaze. He then cleared his throat and leaned over his desk, Angel and Cole watched his every move. "Yes, you are right. But the entire family died in an unfortunate accident and the city auctioned off this land which I bought with my dear wife…" "Is that what we are calling genocide? Unfortunate accident?" Angel said with a mocking tweak at the corners of his lips. His eyes were cold as ice. The older man swallowed.

The jungle gym at the old elementary school is still one of our favorite hangouts when we want to get away from the troubles of home life with either my alcoholic father or her junkie mother with boyfriends who eyes linger for way to long. "If you say yes you might find that your priorities change." He says beside me and I close my eyes. "Lacey is like a sister to me." I say. "But she isn't pack." He responds sharply making me look at him again. "She'll always be my family." I quip. He gives me a sympathetic look that makes me want to strangle him. "If I say no?" I ask looking up into his eyes, they flash silver at my question a growl rumbles from deep in his chest making me shiver before he

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned instantly cold. "You arrived at the right time. Saves me a trip at eight tonight." Marco handed Lorenzo a Havana cigar and pointed at me as he explained, "This woman betrayed me and dared to lie about carrying the Godfather's blood to smear his name. I'm just cleaning house. Protecting the honor of the Family." Lorenzo knocked the cigar out of Marco's hand and stared at him. He spoke word by word, his voice sounding as if it came from the depths of hell, "Cleaning house? Marco, you hopeless fool."

“Little Xena, requesting a meeting with me. A bold move. Who’s to say the Cambinos haven’t offered me a better deal already?” I smiled. Not the kind that softened, but the kind that promised dominance. I reached for the contract my father had prepared—one I had rewritten, refined, and perfected beyond contestation. He wouldn’t say no. He couldn’t. “Leonardo,” I said smoothly, “do recall that I disarmed six of your seven men and held you hostage for thirty minutes before my father called me back. Bold is hardly the word. We are securing safety—for our families, our legacy—with one simple decision. A marriage.”

“Yes! Worthless trash like you have no right to talk to Brother Lyon!” “You’re just a live-in son-in-law, stop being pretentious! Who do you think you are?!” “If you quickly kneel and beg for mercy, we’d at least leave your body unscathed!” The gangsters shouted, glaring at Harvey York furiously. This live-in son-in-law was too arrogant! Such a person must be killed immediately so that he’ll know why flowers are red! Harvey grinned, looked in Leon Silva’s direction, and said indifferently, “The Silva family. One of the first-class families in Buckwood, although in the past their strength was only at an average level among the first-class families…”

How could blood be worth money? That evening, Sandra called me with information. "Jane, I found out some things about Mr. Blackwood." "Good things or bad things?" "Interesting things." "Tell me." "He works for the Whitmore family." "Who are the Whitmores?" "One of the oldest families in New York. They own banks, hotels, real estate companies." "How rich are they?" "Billionaire rich." "And they sent a lawyer to see me?" "It looks that way." "Why?" "I don't know. But Jane, there's something else."

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?”

Peter Rothschild should have died a long time ago, but I hesitated; And now he was brazenly threatening everything that my wife and her family had worked for so long… for decades. Maybe I wasn’t being loyal to blood. But blood alone was not what made you family. And learning everything that my grandfather did just proved that. My family was with Melody, because it was with her I got to be the man I was today. And the mere fact that my in-laws would burn the whole world for me was what made them family to me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.