Novel & Cerita Joe Pace Precious Is The Blood

Akshara could hear the gossips from the people inside the room she stays in. “It’s quite normal about forgetting after she reaches here. But something doesn’t fit the logic?” “What are you blabbering, spit out.” “When we have tested our purity, our types of blood was red. But hers is different, it turned out gold yet she is a virgin. How is that possible?” “If the initial blood colour changes, it is considered as an impurity. She might learn some dark magic to hold her virginity.” “Keep your volume low, she is chosen.”

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