Melissa Benoist Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Viola said softly, “I knew Elisa for many years, she wasn’t a shallow minded person and she definitely knew what the rules of the mafia are and how things are done…a little blood must be spilled in order to achieve anything,” Yes. Elisa would definitely understand if she were here but— Why was the voice and screams of Ymir still haunting her thoughts. Rain felt this inexplicable urge to go see him or even free him. “I’m not sure...” Rain wasn’t sure if it was okay to speak to Viola about what was bothering her. Her fear of becoming a monster like Cullen. It was like being involved in the Mafia was changing her into something she didn’t recognize. It scared the shit out of her.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Not unless they wanted the lash or worse. Tonight the great hall thrummed with voices. The pack elders had arrived from distant holds, their fur cloaks still dusted with snow. Alpha Gideon Voss presided at the head of the long table, his silver streaked hair pulled back severely, his face a map of old scars and older grudges. Beside him sat Clara, radiant in a gown of midnight blue velvet embroidered with silver thread. The sacred crescent moon birthmark on her left collarbone glowed softly beneath the torchlight, a perfect pale arc that had marked her worthy from the moment she drew breath. Clara Voss, the chosen, the perfect, the one who would secure the alliance with the Silverfang Pack a

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.

The cheers grew louder as the announcer counted to ten to see if Melissa would stand up, and then he shouted, ‘’Sapphire Brown won! The applause grew louder, and I spread my arms out as I thought about my life and what I had faced. This was the beginning of greater things. Soon, I would meet Dane and Alexa again and make them regret everything they had done to me. While I was still celebrating, Melissa suddenly screamed, and I turned and saw her rushing towards me with her blade dripping with blood. She aimed to kill me. My eyes widened in shock as I thought that she was down and would be unable to stand up. I didn’t know what to do and remained frozen at that spot. Then Zephyr appeared from

He asked further. "Who else but his heartthrob?" Professor Derrick asked. "Melissa?" The principal asked, looking alarmed. "The one and only." Professor Derrick responded as he got up, looking satisfied at the blood he had gotten. "You do realize that she is the Beta's daughter and she would never willingly hand over her blood to you. Right?" The principal asked Professor Derrick. "I do. We have her blood already." Professor Derrick affirmed. "And is there any telling how you acquired it?" The principal asked him.

I wasn’t the same man who had been dragged into that cell. Inside the car, the tension was thick. Mr. Blue tapped on his tablet, showing me a series of pictures. Amy with Kael. Amy with the baby. Amy smiling. My jaw tightened. “She has it all,” Melissa said softly. “The perfect husband. The child. The empire. You see why we can’t let her keep it?” I leaned forward. “Tell me everything.” Melissa smirked. “Lucien failed. Queen failed. But we won’t. We’re going to hit her where it hurts — her image, her marriage, her safety. You’ll get close to her again, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

And the smudge on her dress turned out to be blood stains she had tried to clean using wet wipes, but with no success. Anna tore her gaze away from the screen and glared at Melisa, whose arms never left Liam’s arm. Her face had lost color, and she seemed to grip Liam’s arm even tighter. Melisa was the real cause of her bleeding arm. A terrifying chill flashed in Anna’s eyes, and she gripped the side of her dress so tightly that her hands trembled. She was using all her willpower not to go and settle scores with Melisa.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.