Romans & histoires Perry In Cold Blood

(DEIRK POV) Holy shit, Percy was a blood dealer. Not here for that, but he was one. Selling blood to vampires could get you a life sentence if they caught you. To put it simply, if a vampire was resorting to buying blood from the street, there was a reason.

“Yes… especially not this part.” I tilted my head slightly. “This part?” I echoed, as if confused, and Perry froze. Too late, as he had already said too much. I stepped closer, my voice dropping into something quieter and sharper. “What part, Perry?” I asked calmly and he shook his head quickly. “I shouldn’t—” he stammered, but I was already watching him like a predator now. “She’s going to use the event,” Perry blurted out, his voice trembling. “That’s when everything happens. That’s when she—”

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

"His name is Felix Zeller. He's the one who killed my son. Everything I've gathered about him is here. He's a martial artist. You can read the rest for yourself." After saying that, Perry stood up. "Please promise me, Andrei. As long as you agree to kill Felix, my life is yours. Don't tell me you've let go of your past grudges. If my niece weren't the goddess of war, you would have already taken action against me, right?" Narrowing his eyes, Andrei seemed to drop the facade. "Alright, I promise you." With that, Perry turned to leave, prompting Andrei's subordinate to ask, "Mr. Hawkins, why do you trust him?"

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died." Silver Bloods, star-shaped pendant... What's next? I asked myself all this, even though deep down, I knew he wasn't lying. When Dr. Carter had extracted the blood from Melissa, it had been silver. And also, there was that one time Hannah had her fangs out, and h

Perry was about to cry. The heated gazes from the onlookers around him made him want to crawl into a hole in the ground. He was the direct descendant of the Campbell family. When did he ever need someone to pity him? He thought, ‘Who are you ants to pity me?’ As he thought about his tragic life in the future and how he had to face this disgusting ball of flesh in front of him every day, Perry’s eyes turned red.

And I cared about Blanca. Perth gestured with his beer bottle towards Perry. "If she asked you to push her off a cliff, what would you do?" "I'd say let's grab some parachutes first, babe," Perry replied with a smirk. "Then I'd hold her hand, and we'd go down..." He made a jumping motion forward and then slung an arm around Davin. "Are you playing?" Davin asked Perry, referring to a game of pool. "Not right now," Perry answered.

Panicking wouldn’t help—not with a man like him. I was yet to know why and where he was taking me. I didn't do anything. CG or whatever his name was had followed me to my home and talked about Dax. I had figured that Dax would be the same man, Dormani had shot that night. "Dax is dead because of you, whore." Because of me? I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger, and I never told the man to do so either. I would never take a life. I was not a murderer.