Troubled Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

Trish nodded and turned to look at the other bed. “How about Mommy? How is she? Dad told me she donated blood to Bestie, and you donated to me. Thank you, big brother.” Travis smiled a little and messed up her hair. “You're always welcome, little sister. Don't be too stubborn, or you'll get into trouble. If I hadn't run into Jacob, who knows what would have happened to you.” “My vision was already blurry, brother. My blood boiled when I saw Bestie get shot, and then your crazy ex was so happy about it.” Trish's anger returned as she remembered what had happened.

"From now on, both of you must learn to protect yourselves. Now go to rest Yve, I will help your mother downstairs on making food for us. If any of you need anything, just call us downstairs alright?" I nodded on her last statement and let her leave the room. I can feel how unfair the world was towards us twins. I can feel the anger seeping through my blood because of this selfish people wanting to take our bloods. Whoever is that greater force Lady Molly was talking about, I will make sure they will suffer in my hands! They had done enough damage. Third Person's POV

I tugged at my tie to loose it as I walked up the grand staircase just to find it covered in blood. "Shit." Elsie had to know something was wrong I though as I examined my blood filled shirt. Why hadn’t I paid more attention? No one could rip off someones limbs and carry the lifeless body on their shoulders without getting the persons blood every where. I had to stop making mistakes, I was starting to leave loose ends. Loose ends that would have to cleaned up. I like Elsie, I really do, she has been very loyal to me throughout the years but this just might have to be the end to our friendship.

“Land theft. Bribery. Federal zoning violations. Obstruction. Blackmail. Arson. If we stitch this right, no one can touch her story without touching the truth.” “We don’t just take her down,” I added. “We protect every future Four Pines from becoming collateral.” She looked up at me, eyes blazing, not with anger this time but purposefully. “I’ve been fighting so long, I forgot what it felt like to build something,” Makayla said. I leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Then let’s build a reckoning.” And we turned back to the screen, shoulder to shoulder, crafting the story Stacey Sherbourn could never erase—because we weren’t just telling it anymore. We were finishing it. Together.

A woman’s voice called to me in the distance, distracting me from my mate. I scrunched my face in annoyance. Something didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I shook my head and made my way around the desk, plopping myself into Tristan’s lap and inhaling his comforting scent. Pain flashed across his face and his eyes took on a glassy quality. I ran my hand across his chest to soothe him only to find them covered in blood. I bolted from his lap, stumbling into the desk behind me. Tristan’s body was still, a gaping hole in his chest where his heart should have been.

Nell said. "That's right, but how do we find a trusted somebody that has a blood of O positive?" Edith asked. "Hey, Mrs. Nell. I expect that you should have provided someone with the blood type by now. Mr. Broderick can not remain in that position for long, it's too dangerous for him," the doctor said. The doctor had told them a few minutes ago about how Broderick lost a lot of blood due to the accident. "We are on it, doctor," Nell said and the doctor walked away from them.

Vans looked at the screen, and the first thing he noticed was the blood on the floor. Everyone who was looking at the screen monitor was nervous when they noticed the blood on the floor. They didn’t know why there was a show like that, so everyone was shocked by what they saw. Sophie tightened her grip on her grandfather’s arm when she saw the drop of blood on the floor. From that one room to the other. And she knew it was her brother’s and Mauro’s room. The two weren’t around, not even Stella, so she had a bad feeling.

The main image took up all the space in my chest. Calista Dravenne, live. She sat in a softly lit studio, hair perfect, makeup perfect, grief absolutely weaponized. A tasteful Tribunal pin gleamed at her collar. “My mate has been manipulated,” she said, gaze solemn on the camera. “He’s not himself. The Tribunal is doing what they can, but I will not stand by while someone—” her voice caught, perfectly timed “—uses a stolen bloodline to steal my husband.” She drew in a breath, composed and tragic.