Joe Pace Precious Is The Blood Novels & Stories

Her breath hitched at the thought of people going to bed that night missing some family members and friends forever. Dr. Kareem took a slow sip of his coffee. “You did a good job back there. I know it was a lot to handle in that moment. You kept that one patient alive long enough for us to stabilize. Apparently, he was barely breathing when he was brought in.” “It was just muscle memory, doc. You know that”, she said, her voice slightly wavering as she spoke. Dr. Kareem tilted his head. “Except something’s not sitting right.” Zaria’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

Third Person POV "Marry me, Jewel," Henry said, on his knees with his hand stretching the jewelry box forward. Jewel gasped again and looked at the ring. It was a real diamond silver ring that reflected rainbow colors on the wall as soon as the sun fell on it. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. "Henry..." She was utterly speechless. She didn't know how to bring her words out. On the other hand, Hakeem was scared that she might not be ready. That he might have read the signals too fast. That she was going to say no.

A stash of milk cartons sat in the corner, untouched. Bridget saved the drinks for Noelle and me instead. She had kept the bracelet from Noelle in a box, buffed to a brilliant shine. Everything else she had were endless handcrafted parts, embroidery she could never finish, and a huge pile of leather handbags. All of these were for paying Noelle’s debts and making sure I could have a happy future. I tore the photos into pieces and destroyed the plushies. The only thing I spared was the photo of Noelle and me hand-in-hand with Bridget.

I was in a state of internal turmoil because, for some reason, I had a gut feeling that there was some truth to what he was saying even though I did not quite believe him yet. What he said about my father doing evil to get in the position of Alpha got me thinking. There was no history of my grandfather ever being Alpha, so there no way that my father could inherited the that Seat. But there was a reason that my father was Alpha without being from the bloodline of one: he was a beta and the alpha at the time had died in a house fire with his wife before they could bear an heir. According to the laws of our pack, in such a case, the beta becomes the alpha. That was how the Seat of Alpha shifte

She caught the lines of Victor’s face—the remnants of dignity long since calcified into cruelty. “I believe reasons never erase wounds. Judas may have had his story—but thirty pieces of silver will never be enough to atone for the blood that was spilled.” Victor chuckled. “Thirty pieces of silver. A laughable price for a life. These days, people sell their souls far cheaper—sometimes for the promise of heaven. Or...” His gaze pierced straight through her. “...for one extra day alive in this fleeting world.” The fine hairs on Elena’s neck rose. Was he testing her—or had he already found the crack?

" Yes. Mom said that. She wouldn't lie this at least!" " You trust her?" his brow raises. " Never. But I don't think she would lie for this. I am doing everything for her Precious!" " Who is the precious actually? You didn't visit him for years. Are you sure he is Precious? That name too. What is his real name?" " I never met him!" Ben's eyes are on her, speechless. She has been donating blood not knowing who and how Precious looks like. " Are you kidding me? You have been giving blood for two years. You don't know him?"

"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."