Novel & Cerita Unwanted Celina Blood

Ripping and clawing, beheading, then repeating the same process again. I was so focused on the one that was struggling in my arms that I didn’t see the two others that were charging toward me. They crash into me, making me fall. They then proceed to pummel. I try to dodge their attacks but they come from three pairs of different hands. “Amelia” heard Nolan shout. “Where the fuck is Bianca?” He tries to push through the Undead but doesn’t succeed. I tried to get up but then I failed. That’s when I feel the air change.

The way he looked at a person was insanely dangerous and it felt as if you were looking at your approaching death. His hand beside mine, twitched and I contemplated on whether I annoyed him or not? And even if I did, then mission successful. I averted my orbs and momentarily glanced at the injected thin pipe which sucked my blood and provided it, to him. For some reason, blood always fascinated me in the weird ways. One moment I craved to drink it and the other, I wanted to puke my guts out. Red, thick and metallic scent had me on all fours. And now, I want to see the red drip down the sheets when I would rip the cannula out of his veiny skin.

“Yes. Mrs. Clerk confessed she and a doctor were paid to do it. She wouldn’t reveal who gave the orders… but she admitted that we’re from the Sinclair family.” Isabella stared at her blankly, her voice rising in disbelief. “What the heck is that supposed to mean?” “It means…” Lilian’s voice broke. “We’re not real twins. We’re cousins. The Sinclairs are your blood. Not Richard. Not Clarissa. Not Damien. Them.” Isabella sat frozen, confusion and anger swirling inside her. She clutched Lilian’s hands tighter. “Sissy… did you drink something? This can’t be real.”

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."

Calvin “sit still, Calvin. You have been pacing for too long.” Derek adviced. “I am fine this way.” I replied, staring intently at the door of the room that harbored Clara. When we arrived at the cell she was locked in, she was practically lifeless with stale blood and body fluids all over her. the sight was heartwrenching. I could not hold back the tears that burned my eyes. With the help of the spies, they were able to tail Vincent to the outskirt of the ridgestone pack where he visited Richard. They didn’t give the details quickly as it was hard to figure out if clara was there or not. The moment they affirmed she was there, we got informed. Without hesitation, I took some soldiers with m

Sitting in my tiny room at the orphanage wondering why I was blamed for the death of the Luna. My bruised and broken little body can’t handle this pain. I try to stay on my side with the wounds on my back still bleeding. My name is Ella Morrighan and I’m the human slave in The Red Blood Pack. I was found in the woods as a baby. Werewolf packs don’t kill baby’s or pups(werewolf children). So I was sent to the orphanage. The orphanage mother is cruel and leaves the twin omegas in charge.

Just like that, I was financially free. Sometimes, I caught updates on them through the news. Emma, worn down by stress and constant travel, collapsed. After her attempted murder, her family abandoned her. No one was willing to source the rare blood she needed. Before long, she was gone. Vincent was cut off from the Arnault inheritance. He built his own company and dedicated himself to helping patients with rare blood types. Facing the cameras, he said, "I made a lot of mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life making up for them. I hope the person I love finds happiness."

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“We decided to cut the bond between the Madrigal’s and Valdez.” “ Why?” I heard Zared asked with a calm tone. “ You knew what happened to them few months ago, right?” my mother asked. “ They got into an accident without us knowing the very root of it.” “ Something about the Salvador’s that made them got into an accident.” Aunt Zandra went on. “ It wasn’t their fault.” “ Who’s Salvador’s?” Zaine interfered. “ The surname of your real best friend, Zaine. Cheska Leign Salvador, does it ring a bell?” His mom asked him. That made Zaine’s brows furrowed into a thin a line.