Bleeding Blade Cut On Skin

Camile always thought she was the bane to Trevor’s existence but everything takes a dark turn when Vanessa, a woman she had never known existed came into the picture. In a matter of minutes, she finds herself bleeding profusely in the middle of the road and when help found her? It’s in the form of a man she thought she had buried forever but he gives her a choice; take back what was stolen from her or walk away. Gone are the days where she was weak. She was taking everything back!

Six years ago, Elara Wynters lost everything in a single night— her husband, her home, and her dignity as a wife. Before another woman and a baby that wasn’t hers, her husband, Liam Ashford, looked her straight in the eyes and said coldly: “I don’t know her.” That single sentence erased the entire life they had built together. Broken and bleeding inside, Elara walked away without looking back. But in her departure, she carried with her three small reasons to keep living.

Five years after losing everything—her love, her name, and her son—Helena Rodrigues rises from the ashes, determined to take revenge on those who destroyed her life. But fate is cruel: the boy she saves by chance is the son of Henrique Ballmer, the most powerful (and dangerous) man in São Paulo. Amid buried truths, forbidden passions, and bleeding secrets, Helena will discover that her greatest enemy... may be the man who makes her heart beat again. And that love—like revenge—can be deadly.

I fell in love with my wife the moment I met her, and we eventually got married. She got pregnant not too long after that. Blessed me, but barely a week later, she suffered from excessive bleeding and was taken to the hospital. We lost the baby. The doctor yelled at me because he thought I didn't hold back my urges. That was why we lost the baby. I was flabbergasted. I had never slept with my wife ever since she got pregnant.

I've been with my girlfriend, Erin Palmer, for five years. But the moment she finally lands the job she's always dreamed of, she dumps me. It feels like a blade twisting in my heart. Without my support, she would've never gotten to where she is now. What stings even more is discovering she's been cheating on me with my supervisor, Gavin Trent. Yet little does she know that this company is just one of the subsidiaries under my name.

A vampire-witch hybrid who sees her immortality as a curse, and a werewolf doomed to die young… Katharina Haven has outlived countless empires, drifting through the centuries until even existence itself felt hollow. To her, immortality is nothing but a gilded prison, so she began to search for a way to escape it. Yet answers continue to elude her. Until the night a tiny, bleeding wolf pup collapses on her doorstep. Xander Moonstone is no ordinary werewolf. Afflicted by an ancient bloodline curse, he shrinks into a helpless pup on full moons, suffering agony that will eventually kill him long before his prime. Katharina saves him on impulse, unaware that from that moment—or perhaps long before—their fates had already begun to entwine. But when her “little creature” unexpectedly shifts into a full-grown man in her arms, the fragile trust between them shatters and believing she'd been deceived, she drives him out. Fate, however, is not so easily severed. On the next full moon, Xander returns to her, bleeding and dying. And Katharina, against all logic, saves him again. As she digs deeper into his condition, she uncovers the truth behind his curse… and also learns that a cure demands an unforgiving price. To save him, she must die in his place. For a woman who longs for mortality and a man fighting desperately to extend his fleeting life, their love may be the cruelest curse of all.

My sister-in-law is eight months pregnant. One day, she gets pushed to the ground and starts bleeding heavily. She's then taken to the hospital right away. As I drive by, I quickly roll up the window and pretend not to notice. I step on the accelerator and speed away. In my past life, though, things were different. The moment I saw her collapse, I sprang into action and took her to the hospital without delay. She was in critical condition. After the heavy bleeding, she developed amniotic fluid embolism. My husband was the city's top obstetrician. Thus, I called him urgently, pleading for him to come straight to the hospital. However, he accused me of jealousy. He was having dinner with his first love's family, after all. He claimed that I was exploiting my sister-in-law's accident to force him to come back. By the time my in-laws arrived, my sister-in-law had already succumbed to the amniotic fluid embolism. Her family blamed me for her death, convinced I had stirred trouble with my husband and brought about her demise. Having just returned from out of town, my brother-in-law believed their accusations without question. Overcome with grief, he stabbed me to death at the funeral. Opening my eyes again, I realize I've been transported back to the very day my sister-in-law is knocked down.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

After Caesar Shepherd went overseas with his lover, Florence Lane, about a month passed with no news about Ivy Rivers. Only then did Caesar realize something was wrong. When he had time, he gave his secretary, Morgan, a call. "How's the wound on Ivy's leg? Is she still angry at me for taking her skin for Florence's skin graft?" The opposite side of the line was quiet for a long time. Then, Morgan said softly, "Ms. Rivers was discharged from the hospital and left the residence a month ago." Caesar finally remembered Ivy's eyes full of despair and determination on the day he protected Florence in his arms when the hotel collapsed. That wasn't sorrow. No. That was goodbye.

Ours is a southernmost land shrouded in mystery,a land cut off from the rest of the world. A land believed to be humanity's fresh start, but as a few people sought out to figure out the truth of this world, it became clear to them that it was far from the truth...