Joe Pace Precious Is The Blood Novels & Stories

He broke his heart over a bastard, but murdered his true flesh and blood. The biggest joke in the world. Halfway through the ceremony, the High Priest raised the holy chalice filled with their blended blood, ready to declare the vows. Suddenly, the low roar of an engine shattered the dead silence of the night sky. A pitch-black stealth jet hovered ominously over the castle without warning. The next second, the cabin door flew open. A torrential rain of red crystals and ancient silver coins poured down! Priceless pure blood crystals, mixed with ancient 'Blood Pact Buyout' silver coins, smashed onto the marble floor with crisp, mocking clatters.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

She had no weapon but her hands, and the knowledge that Dante was now, impossibly, the only weapon she needed. The upstairs was a single, cluttered office. Through the cracked door, she saw Pete a gaunt man in a stained tracksuit pacing before a heavyset man in a leather jacket. The bookie. Not the killer. A collector. “The girl’s dead, Pete,” the collector growled. “Your debt isn’t. You said you had information to sell. So sell it.” “I need a guarantee! Protection!” “You get cash. That’s the guarantee.” Dante stepped into the doorway. “He’ll take a different deal.”

Myron's office…. “Miss Beatrice, I've got to be real with you so you can know what we're dealing with. Her life is on the line right now; she has lost so much blood, and the list we can do to help her now is to do a blood transfusion.” He said as he ignored the fear that was displayed on the face of his patient's aunt. “And the prices of blood pants have increased over the week due to its high demand. You would need to sign this document in the absence of her Dad.” She took the piece of document that was given to her across the table. Signing on every signature-needing space with shaky fingers. She sniffled and wiped out some tears that threatened to wet the papers in front of her.

Third Person POV Blood opens the door for Peace as they reach the cemetery, Peace didn’t make any move, it’s like she doesn’t have a plan to get out of the car---not until Blood spoke. “P-peace, w-we’re here.” “Blood, I…” She said, facing with tears in her face. “I don’t think I can, I…I can’t.” She said. “B-but…we have too,” Blood replied. “We---we won’t be able to be with him again if---if…” She said but couldn’t finish

“If he bleeds instead?” Her throat closed. She forced herself to answer. “Then I mourn him like someone I once knew.” Alec didn’t look relieved. He knows even she herself Is'nt sure about what she just said He looked like a man stepping into deep water with his clothes still on. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Across the ocean, Adrian Velasquez broke a man’s wrist without raising his voice. “You leaked the port schedules,” Adrian said calmly. The man screamed. “I—I didn’t know it was her—”

How badly she needed her. Another lick. "Do not fear, little Grace. You are mine, and I will never hurt you. You are mine to treasure. I’ll be careful with you. I will control myself." Then, with agonizing slowness, he sank his fangs into her neck, sucked on her, and swallowed her blood. Heaven. It was heavenly. Her pure, sweet blood. James thought how he could never hate this woman. Her essence alone was enough for his beast to go feral. But James was lost to her sweet blood.

"Why? Do you have another solution? You can't just give up, can you? ‘To Our Precious’ is our concept.” “To Our Precious?” Sebastian interrupted, successfully grabbing the attention. However, the confusion made his lips freeze for a moment. It was only when Amber raised an eyebrow at him that he continued speaking. “As far as I remember, the folder the man showed on the TV said To My Precious, not To Our Precious. Did they misprint or something?” Hearing such information, Amber's brows furrowed deeply. Looking up at the man still standing beside her, she shook her head asking for an explanation. "Is it possible ...."

“Drop the bag and get ready to climb on top of my brother.” I blushed when she said that, wondering if she phrased it that way on purpose, but shook it off as I quickly followed her orders. She gasped the moment the bag was removed. “Shit,” she cursed, gesturing for Jason to hurry over. “She’s bleeding, pretty badly by the looks of it. We won’t be able to sell her off to the Gamemaster if she’s nearly dead when we arrive.”