Bleeding Love Novels & Stories

"Why are you out there bleeding in the dark?" "Because I broke you," he choked, lifting his good hand. His fingers brushed a wet strand of hair from my cheek. "Because I put the woman I love into the rain, and every time I look at your face, I see the scars I left. I needed to bleed, Kirrily. I needed to show you I'm not hiding behind my money anymore." My breath caught. The walls were gone. The anger was gone. Nothing remained but the raw wound of our past and the chemistry that had never died.

He had not known she was at home writing permission for his cowardice and calling it love. Even after the banquet the defense did not die at once. The ink changed, shakier, with gaps where she must have put the book down. I keep looking for a reason that makes it kind. There is not one. I still love them. That is the worst part. Loving them now feels like bleeding on purpose.

Wyatt Clark, my fiance; Wanda Stone, my adopted sister; and I get into a car crash on the way to register our marriage. Wanda and I are both taken to the hospital. Mom, a renowned surgeon, glances at my back, which is covered in blood, then urgently gathers the doctors and nurses to treat Wanda's two-inch cut. "Wanda's injury is in a visible spot. If we don't treat it immediately, it will leave a scar. "I'm your biological mother, after all. If I were to treat you first, people might accuse me of favoritism. I'll treat your injuries once I'm done with Wanda." I have no choice but to grab Wyatt, who has just changed into his white coat. "S-Save me—" Wyatt coldly pulls away from me before

Holding her to my lap, I clutch her tight and bellow in anguish. “No, Bree. What did you do?” I ask. Her bleeding chest rises and falls with her halting breaths, and her face grows paler. Seeing that I have no choice but to try, I pull out the sword and use my powers in an attempt to heal the wound. But the wound does not heal. Bree takes my hand at that moment and gives me a pained smile. “It’s okay…” she releases a pained groan, “I… I love...you…” she mumbles painfully.

“Get lost! Don’t touch her! She’s afraid of pain!” He fell on his knees on top of the blood. Then, with trembling hands, he tried to piece my broken body back together. Blood instantly soaked his suit red. But he hugged my mangled body tightly and pressed his face against my bloody hospital gown as he howled, “Elena, get up! I won’t force you to do things you don’t want anymore! I won’t marry Jody! Get up! Save her, doctor! Take my blood and heart! Save her!”

I step out of the car and approach slowly, fingers tracing the engraved letters: “Olivia Kingsley, beloved daughter, wife and mother, always in our hearts.” I kneel, resting my hands on the cool stone. A bouquet of fresh lilies, her favorite, rests against the base. I had picked them up on the way here, the soft fragrance a small comfort amidst the storm in my chest.

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

It was a love that transcended the boundaries of her past pain, offering a glimpse of a future where she could find happiness and acceptance. In his embrace, Blair felt cherished and understood. It was a love that whispered reassurances in the darkest hours, reminding her that she was not alone. His unwavering support, coupled with his tender touch, ignited a flame of hope within her. The warmth of his love melted away her fears, creating a space where she could finally exhale, unburdened by the weight of her past.

She whispers, tears streaming down her face as she cries, her heart breaking “Baby I love you forever, you need to go now. I love you I love you so much—“ She's cut off as blood flows from her mouth, her body giving up as Baylee watches her die a painful horrific death.

"He was about to uncover everything." "Liam was the most beautiful person I ever knew," Chloe said, tears streaming down her face. "His light was so bright. His love…" She choked on the words. "I can’t even say it. And you wouldn’t understand, your heart is black. You don’t know what love is, or how it feels." She mumbled a chant, and James’s father dropped to his knees, blood spilling from his mouth. "Oh, I won’t kill you," Chloe said, moving closer. She bit him hard, then spat the blood out. She stood back, watching dispassionately as he twitched on the ground.