Jeffree Star Blood Money Novels & Stories

I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled mind. I held my phone with a tight grip; I had just checked what was displayed on the bank account's dashboard. I'm so low on funds; I had spent my last month’s salary on Rose's current hospital bills, which included the blood transfusion that she had already done. My mind is about to go off the deep end. If my hands could speak for me, it could proclaim that I had tried my best. If my tears had a way to speak for me, it would tell anyone who cared to listen that I had tried my best.

Will hauled me off to the hospital; my head was in a fog. It was not until I saw the needle for drawing blood that I snapped back to reality. "I can't do it. I have cancer. I'm not allowed to donate blood..." I tried to bolt, but Will yanked me back without mercy. "Cancer? You're bouncing around like nothing's wrong. How can you have cancer? "Cut the chatter and donate already. If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook."

"Where is Irina?" "I have no idea," the man shrugged. "I just edited some stock photos. You never even asked for proof of life." He was right. I had been so panicked that I never verified anything. That was when I realized her absy wasn 't with her. Irina would never let her so out of her sight "So this whole thing was just to steal money from me?" I asked. "Exactly," the man said. "Thank you for your donation." He started backing away, keeping the gun pointed at me.

"We are honored by your presence." I nod. "My father sent for me." "He did," says the Marshal. "The terms are… unprecedented." "War breeds novelty," I say, and the chamber ripples with a nervous laugh. The Mistress of Coin speaks next. Her hair is perfectly silver, each strand disciplined into place. "The treaty is drafted. All it lacks is your assent." "And the council's blessing," Aldren adds, appearing at my shoulder like a ghost. I look around the table, taking in the faces. Some meet my gaze, others do not. "What is the price?" I ask.

"Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No." --- I looked at the Everglades entry. The mortality rate embedded in the fine print. Three names I'd memorized without meaning to. "She tampered with my future," I said. "That's not a joke. That's a crime. I could report her to the Academy Board."

Monsters only rise when the bait is willingly set. But in chaos this unruly, the first casualty is almost never the intended one. * Twelve hours after Victor Salvatore handed down his decree, the East Coast underworld shuddered. Like a kingdom that had lost its queen. Secret lines crackled to life. Men in black suits moved through dark corridors, spreading a name that should have stayed buried fifteen years ago. Isabella Moretti. A ghost demanding the stage again. Now the most expensive quarry in the shadow trade.

The thought of losing her because of a loose mouth made his blood boil. It wasn’t just the thought of losing Theresa that bothered him. It was also the thought of losing the money she was to inherit. He needed that money in a bad way. No one -not even Jeffrey- knew of the dire straits his financial portfolio was in. He’d made some seriously bad investments and was almost broke as a result of it. Her inheritance would set things right. They’d never discussed her inheritance, so he doubted she was aware that he knew about it, but he did. He’d found out about it almost as soon as he met her.

Her wolf whined pitifully in the depths of her mind. The moonflower remedy the pack doctor had left was spilled on the bedside table, its shards stained with dark blue blood. Nightmares of slaughtered civilians gnawed at her. But she shrugged off the $50,000 debt as mere humiliation from Adelaide. What was $50,000 to Adelaide? Surely she wouldn't send collectors to the Bloodmoon Pack. Yet the collectors did arrive. When informed by a Bloodmoon omega that the Frostfang Pack was demanding payment, Velda's nails dug into her palm.

I couldn't wrap my head around how a male of his cycles could be so utterly useless. He burst into a fit of jagged, fake sobs. "Brooke, I’m at the end. Please! Fine, I’ll speak the truth. Before I came back to the den, I lost it all in the gambling dens. I’m marked. If I don't pay the blood-tax, the creditors are going to skin me!"

Sheldon stepped forward, his face dark as he stepped on Julius's head. "I'll pay up! I'll pay!" Julius's legs shook, and even his voice trembled. In just a few seconds, the five hundred million was transferred to Nova Star's account. The money was then converted into chips and handed over to Frederick. Ten million had been given to Nova Star as a handling fee, and the rest belonged to Frederick. Sheldon laughed heartily, and put his arm around Frederick's shoulder. "Buddy, you're really amazing! Who knew you were a gambling master?"