Unwanted Celina Blood Novels & Stories

I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, and his thick arm wormed its way under my shirt. I bit down, hard, on his rough palm, causing him to grunt in pain. In the next moment, my mom's voice crackled through the phone again, sounding startled, impatient, and scornful. "Rachel, you're so shameless! Seducing men and making sure I hear it? Really?" I wanted to scream, to beg her for help, but his hand smothered every desperate breath, sealing in my pleas. Seconds later, Wendy smirked coldly as she smashed the phone under her heel, then turned and sauntered out, leaving only the cloying scent of her perfume hanging in the air, along with her venomous whisper.

As I stepped inside the large space, I could almost inhale the power of my rule—a heady scent indeed. I was almost settled when the door sprang open, and Octavia shoved Celia Forward. Dante flung the bag she was escaping with on the floor as he matched forward. “We found her at the train station buying tickets to board,” He assured me. How could she think she'd be able to escape me in a city where I have many eyes and ears? I could feel the rage burning inside Celia as Octavia forced her down onto her knees. She winced as she landed a bit too hard on the floor. “Get your hands off me.” She protested, shrugging Octavia’s hands off her shoulders.

I know that brother is very stubborn all the time but he really cared for me. Mom asked Manang Helen to take me upstairs to rest and said that she would just bring me lunch so I wouldn't have to come down so I agreed. When I got to my room, I immediately changed into my house clothes. I sat on the edge of my bed and took out my cell phone. I was browsing my friends' i* stories when I came across Kent Liam's i* story. A stolen shot of him with the caption "He's happy because his crush did community service earlier."

A few months later, Mathias and the Dentworths came up with a plan after realizing that they had completely lost track of us. They began spreading false news on the Internet. Trending topics such as "#Devil-in-law abuses daughter-in-law", "#What should I do if my mother-in-law sells the apartment I bought using my savings", and "#My in-laws escaped with all of our money, and now my family can't survive because of them" began appearing on Twitter.

“Dagmara plans for me to be dead before they get back. There is no point in me eating.” “Have faith in them, husfreya.” The door closes and metal grates against metal as the lock clicks into place. I am in the cold dark again. Slowly the scent of the stew fills the cellar. Under the tempting aroma of the stew is a new scent that was not there before. In the hours that I had been here, I had not seen or heard any sign of a mouse. The sudden scent of mouse urine could mean only one thing. Someone had put hemlock in the soup.

Each wore different insignias, suggesting they had been recruited from multiple regions. More disturbing was the condition of the corpses. There were no obvious wounds. No signs of struggle. No evidence of battle. They simply looked terrified. Frozen in expressions of absolute horror. Selene examined one carefully. Then stepped backward. "What is it?" Aria asked. Selene looked pale. "I think their synchronization was ripped away." Nobody spoke. The statement sounded impossible. Synchronization could weaken. It could fracture. It could become unstable. But completely removing it? That was something else entirely.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Cassandra walked in her laboratory, carrying a vial of blood. She approached her microscope, brought the small light closer and used a dropper to lay a blood drop onto the transparent glass. She sat there, looking into the device, adjusting it till she saw the blood cells clearly. She tore a piece of paper, jotting down her observation. This wasn’t good. Hepatitis B. She clipped it to her patient’s file and walked out, “Charles, make a call to Ms. Isabella Scoffield and direct it to my office. It’s urgent.”

“You don’t need to justify anything. I’m honored that you thought of me. Now tell me, what’s weighing on you?” Celina took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “When I was still in the U.S., I was attacked — mugged. The man pushed me down, I hit my head, there was blood… it was terrifying. Thank God the babies are fine. But the doctor recommended I avoid… well, um…” She trailed off, embarrassed. Emma’s tone stayed calm and natural. “Avoid sexual activity?” “Yes,” Celina admitted, relieved she didn’t have to say it. “I see. Go on.”

“Last time I accidentally got some blood from Lars Ramos' fiancée, I remembered today so I should check it out. Fortunately, the blood was carefully preserved so it was not damaged.” With this hobby of Jena, J is not strange, just asked in a low voice "Any discoveries?" “Yes, and this I'm sure you won't guess” Jena looked at J with excited eyes "What?" J raised an eyebrow "There are traces of ancient vampire blood in the blood of Keelin Morales"

A week later, Celine’s cold had fully healed. After carefully dressing up, she looped her arm through Ronan's and accompanied him to the ice cellar in the hills behind the estate. "Ronan, let’s release Vesper now," she said softly, though the anticipation in her eyes was impossible to hide. He nodded, signaling the bodyguards to open the cellar door. The moment it swung open, a blast of freezing air rushed out, carrying with it a faint metallic scent of blood. He frowned, a strange unease rising in his chest.