Novel & Cerita Joe Pace Precious Is The Blood

Julianne's jaw dropped and she pointed out, "Is it not when someone can't do without something that they call it an addiction?" "Exactly!" Cassian said in an excited voice. "I've been drinking blood from other sources, but yours is five time more better even with a single drop."

“When I touched the council table, I saw something. Just for a second. A different place, different people. It wasn’t a memory—at least, not mine.” His eyes darkened. “And you didn’t think to tell me immediately?” “I didn’t want to say it in front of the Queen. Or half the court.” I hesitated. “Kael… has this ever happened before? To anyone?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Visions like that belong to bloodseers—vampires tied to the oldest lines, born with the ability to read history through touch. But those are rare. And you—”

"And tonight, the world will see it." "They'll see exactly what you want them to see, Laredo," I said, my voice as steady as the tide. He turned me around, his thumb grazing the signet ring. He didn't recognize it. To him, it was just a piece of jewelry I’d picked out. He didn't know I was wearing our shared blood like a noose. "Let’s go down," he said, offering his arm. "Your mother is waiting to begin the performance." The grand foyer was a sea of black ties and designer silk. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive gin. As we descended the sweeping marble staircase—the very marble my mother had traded my soul for—the room fell silent.

asked Precious "I don't have any problems, I'm just doing this because I saw you crying earlier. I don't know how to cheer you up other than taking you to the beach. " Said Alex Precious smiled faintly at Alex's words. She also took a half-filled beer bottle then stood up and walked to the beach. While holding a beer bottle Precious walked straight into the ocean. The water began to wet her feet and then up to her ankles and continued to rise until her knees sank. Precious wants to keep going but Alex holds her back. Alex holds Precious's hand while looking at her with beautiful eyes shining.

"Ain't nothing you can offer me." "What about blood?" There was a tick in Hezekiah's jaw when I said the word 'blood.' The most precious jewel to a creature like him - an oasis in the desert. "Blood." He said the word with a low voice, like saying the word too loud would erase any possibility. "Yes." I couldn't believe what I was getting myself into, but I was desperate. "My blood. I'll let you feed on me if you tell me what I want to know."

Precious said dabbing glittery eyeshadow on my eyelids, "Jacob used to date Josephle." I could not believe what I am hearing. Actually, I could. That explained why she was all over him. "Really?" I asked, my ears had perked up like a mouse's. "Yes, of course." Precious' voice was dripping with pride. I know she was never found of me, maybe she was telling me that to discourage me from dating Jacob. And I could tell Luc was enjoying this. Did they plan to chafe me? Was that way they came?

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

he began to cry in agony as he realized he was about to undergo a shameful death. "Tsk!" Mr. Air slapped him hard, causing him to quickly shut his mouth. He proceeded further to pull out his boxers, making him go completely naked. "Precioux, come over," my father ordered, causing the people to close their eyes tightly as they couldn't bear the incoming sight. Precious walked to him and collected the knife from his hand; besides, she knows her job, and she has been doing it for over a decade now. She stared at the shiny steel texture of the bowie knife; it is not just an ordinary knife; just a slight contact with it can send a person to the underworld. With a grin visibly on her face, she whi