Youngblood Chronicles Novels & Stories

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

He’d give it an hour before someone burst into tears. If Carter was honest, his eyes weren’t so much on Hayden but the little spitfire hanging on his every word. Lucy Younger wore a little black dress that somehow managed to be both modest and sexy at the same time. It showed off her toned arms and legs, and the black set off the creamy paleness of her skin. A light blush colored her cheeks, and when Hayden said something, she threw her head back and laughed.

I have to hurry and ensure I don’t let this chance slip by me. “…takes one to know one, yeah you beat me at my own damn game. You push and you push and I’m pulling away, pulling away from you. I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take…” I sing out the lyrics of Five Seconds of Summer’s ‘Youngblood’ with a roguish smirk draping over my face.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Sort of. I was supposed to be out that night—some club in the Meatpacking District where my college friends were celebrating someone's twenty-first birthday. But I'd had a massive fight with my roommate about her boyfriend eating my food again, and I was so pissed off I just wanted to go home, get drunk alone, and pass out. So I'd ubered back to my dad's place in Brooklyn Heights around eleven PM, using my key to let myself in the front door as quietly as possible because I didn't want to explain why I was home early.

Through the mist, she retrieved a razor blade from the corner, pressing the edge lightly against the artery of her pale wrist, and snapped a photo—sending it to Karen. Audrey: [I hear there's a new stem-cell anti-aging surgery. Tempting, isn't it?] Audrey: [If you dare try it, I dare to die.] Audrey: [Karen… let's bet. Which will be faster? The speed of your surgery or the flow of my blood?] Minutes later, the rumble of an engine downstairs was followed by hurried, panicked footsteps. Henry kicked open the door, eyes bloodshot, staring at her. "Audrey! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

“Since the Crosses have withdrawn funding, please settle the remaining balance now. We’re a small business too.” “Mr. Drake, the bank just called and said they’re freezing your accounts. What about our payments? If you don’t pay today, we’ll start taking goods to offset the debt!” Lucian stood trapped in the center. His suit was wrinkled and disheveled, his tie hung crookedly, and sweat poured down his face as he looked utterly miserable. “Everyone, don’t rush! Don’t rush! Eva is just upset with me. “We’ve been together for seven years! She won’t really abandon me!

“And her eyes...God, her eyes!!” “No, Mason. I haven’t” he muttered, exhausted, before dropping me onto the couch like a sack. “That girl Maya—” “MIA” he snapped. “For the seventeenth damn time, Mason. MIA.” “Oh… right.” I blinked slowly. “Maya stabbed me in the heart.” I grabbed the throw pillows and sent them flying to the floor one by one. “For fuck’s sake” Bryson groaned. “Can you stop acting like a child and get your shit together?”

Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have." "Don't you always do that? Hurt your wrist, until all the blood in your body comes out. But sadly it never worked," said Rena, making Pine flabbergasted "What...? What are they talking about!?" thought Pine. "Because it's not just about blood. Your whole body is a fact that you can't deny," continued Rena. #to be continued in Chapter 26.1 - We WIll Be Fine

“You made me comfortable eating by myself.” “Thanks.” It was now 8:19. We have to wait around 2 hours to buy food. Wendy walks up to me with a notepad and pen. “I have some questions to ask, sir.” She puts on sunglasses and a fake mustache. “I need your name, age, birth date, gender, and your dream major.” “Ummm, Lucas Kim. I was born on March 5th, 2001. I’m currently 20 years old and a boy, if you haven’t noticed. My dream major might be photography or something like that.”