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He doesn't desire his blood sister dead does he? He need share his blood and rescue my life. "Are you nuts?" "Are you f**king abandoning me?" "I f**king need your blood" I scream at him. He again halt. He turn smiling to me. I heave loudly. He's certain to share his damn blood. He bite his palm and let his blood drip into the champagne glass. The bite heals. He admire his blood. It's colour, texture and abilities. He smirk. "This?" "You're never getting it" he smash it and exit

Even so, her face looked like she wanted my blood again. Frey tried to refuse my offer.She felt bad for drinking my blood.However, she also couldn't eat the food I brought.I also didn't have the heart to take a live animal and give it to Frey.Her face looked very pale.Her body was also very cold.Even though Frey said it was perfectly natural for her people, I still felt uneasy.That's why I offered my blood to Frey.

A drop of blood dripped down my throat. "Come now, bitch. I have been waiting for this moment all my life. Third time is the charm," he growled as his one eye swirled with rage. "An eye for a fucking eye." ----

Astonishment was all over her face. “What does that mean?” That really didn’t fucking help to solve my confusion. In fact, it’s just making the whole situation a pure puzzle that is impossible for me to finish. Even Noah became silent for being clueless. Our parents can’t contain anymore themselves and stood up to answer the multiple questions building up in their minds. “To make it short, it is lack of the heart's ability to successfully contract and distribute blood flow to meet the body's needs.” Doctor Russell interrupted and walked towards Naomi’s bed.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

Ava just watched with her arms folded, like this was some boring show. Then I felt something warm run down my legs. I looked down. Blood. Too much blood. It soaked my pants in seconds and dripped onto Ava’s shiny floor. Drip, drip, drip. Like a broken tap. I froze. My mouth hung open. My brain stopped working. One second I was shouting. The next second my body was falling apart.