Troubled Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

His face was full of confusion as he asked, "Babe, what did I even do wrong?" I tried to get him to stand up, but Betty stopped me. She pulled me to the couch and raised her chin at Trent. "Did you cheat on her?" Trent's eyes widened, almost popping out of his head. "No way! If I had that much time, I'd rather code a few more lines!" Aggrieved, he shuffled on his knees over to me and tried to plead his case. Before he could say anything, however, he noticed the bandages on my hand.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Tristan replied. He lunged forward, and the room dissolved into a fresh wave of violence. Tables were overturned, glass medicine bottles shattered against the floor, and the metallic scent of blood began to overwhelm the smell of antiseptic. I watched in horror as my protectors fought a losing battle against the sheer desperation of Tristan’s elite squad. I was the prize in this macabre game, a broken woman caught between the man who had left me to die and the man who had promised I would live. As the fighting drew closer to my bed, I realized that one way or another, the peace of Mari’s clinic was over.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I will get a damp cloth and gently pat his face. Turning away from the bed, I spot his clothing strewn over the floor. As I gather it up, my gut clenches at the sight of his blood staining the white, and marring the beautiful brocade. The material is ripped beyond repair not only from the knife … I shudder with the image … but also from Tristan’s haste to rid himself of his clothing.

I said. I turned to face Reece, " I still don't trust you, but if what you're saying is true then, this isn't enough to convince Jenny that it wasn't you. Especially when Jordan is involved" I told him. He sighed, " I know, but it's all I have" he said. I got up, " Why the hell does Jenny attract psychopaths?" I asked and eyed Reece. He shrugged, " I deserve it" he said. Things just got complicated...

I knew the predator instinct would take over if I ever lost myself for a second. We entered the room and shut the door, but I slipped from Cammie's hands and landed on my knees. I held my breath and the world began to spin. I wasn't just hungry, I was starving, every part of my body was running frighteningly cold, and the urge to warm myself with blood was too overwhelming. "Vivienne!" They both screamed at exactly the same time. "Don't touch me," I spoke, holding myself up on the floor. "But you're not looking good!" Alyssa said, kneeling closer to me though she was also hesitant to make any move. The temptation of blood fever had come so unexpectedly that I felt like crying.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

I tightened my grip and replied calmly, “Don’t worry. Even if I strangle a piece of trash like you with my bare hands, those snipers won’t be able to stop me. Trust me—I’m no rookie either.” I raised my voice, locking eyes with him. “Still haven’t figured out what to say to save your pathetic life?” Suddenly, sirens blared in the distance. Dozens of vehicles were pulling up. Nathan, his voice hoarse and cracked, screamed, “You’re done for! They’re here now—just wait for the bullets! Mr. Andy Stormbringer will never let you live!” I clenched my hand even harder. But how could I let him die so easily?

~ Jari-Einar Colborn ~ Hazel was softly groaning when my beta rushed past her, head down like a remorseful puppy. I jogged to the bottom of the steps where she had flown into the wall and knelt down beside her body. She had crumpled up from the pain, blood darkening her light brown hair. I noticed there was also a small pool forming beneath her arm, but took it one step at a time. Doc, I need your assistance. Top priority; it is my mate.