The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

If I offered you a million dollars for your blood, would you say no? "Name your price—hell, I bet you'd sell every organ in your body. You're just milking Vincent's love for a payday." "I'm a person, not a product," I said. "Why do you people act like money buys everything—even my emotions, my soul?" Emma sneered. "You're nothing. If you didn't have my blood type, you'd never have gotten near the upper class. "Let me spell it out—Vincent only saw you as my personal blood bank. Every time I needed a transfusion, he drained you for me.

“then how is he being supplied blood, or did you find his blood type at the bank?” “no sir. someone volunteered to give his blood,” “who is that?”

she asked in shock. The young man nodded, then swallowed hard, and said with gritted teeth, “They still need blood, right? Well… I’m of the same blood group as that patient and I can donate as much as you need.” he said. The nurse’s eyes lit up, “Are you sure?!” she asked in disbelief. She couldn’t believe there would be a turning back in this matter. She hadn’t been in the surgery room as she had been tasked to look for means to get the blood, but what she didn’t expect was that an angel would drop down when she was about to lose all hope.

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

“Time reveals a person’s true character. “One day you will help manage the family’s assets. There is nothing wrong with being extra cautious about a new family member.” So Derrick postponed it. Another six months. Then another. Another. The test that had originally been planned for one month eventually stretched into three years. When he handed me that bank card, he genuinely believed he was being generous. There was far more money on that card than I could have earned through three years of exhausting work. It was enough to make up for all the medicine he had thrown away, and it was enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life. He had even planned out my future.

He was holding some papers in his hands. “As I was saying, we've stabilized her. We've stopped the bleeding and she's resting now. But, she needs some blood…” “I'll donate. I'm an O+” Darren quickly volunteered, raising his hands. “Calm down young man. So, since you've volunteered, I guess we're done with that. Please, kindly follow me inside” the doctor instructed Darren. “One more thing” the doctor stopped in his tracks and turned. They all raised the gaze to meet him.

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

I ran towards the blood bank and sent my bodyguards to get the blood bank from the other hospitals of the city. "Sorry sir we don't have O negative blood" The blood banker said and I smashed my hand. I made a call to all my bodyguards, but the situation was the same. They couldn't find the same blood group. I made another call to the person I hated the most. "Hello xander," She said in an excited tone. "What is your blood group?" I asked in an irritated tone. Maybe as a mother she and him had the same blood group. "Why" She is irritating me more now

Jack felt embarrassed for the nurse standing beside him, because just a moment ago he had been so forcing the nurse to draw his blood. "You're welcome, sir. It's okay I also understand your current condition," said the nurse and then she left. A few minutes ago the female nurse took a bag of blood from Jack's body. Jack's blood type A negative became a helper for the victim who had been hit by his car. It was a very strange coincidence when he thought back on all of this. Because usually the hospital always has a lot of stock type A blood to many pockets. However, currently type A blood is depleted, not a single bag is available.

Wills smiled and nodded as he took the cup. "Yes she is good... for now," the doctor replied. "For now?" Stefen asked. "Yes, she's lost a lot of blood and the blood banks of her blood type has finished. We need to find a donor." "What's her blood type," Jack asked the doctor. "O positive," it was Stefen who replied. "Yes." The doctor confirmed. Jack was shocked hearing Stefen answer it. "Doctor, take my blood. My blood is also O positive." Stefen said not wasting any time.