Bleeding Love 소설 & 이야기

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

I bring my lips to his ears. "I promise I'll get help baby. Stay in there. I love you." I whispered for him only. "Okay okay enough with the love shit. Hurry up, stop the bleeding so he can awaken for our fun." Shelly grumbles. I bite my lip so I'd not tell her anything she'd not like. I nod pulling away from Blake and lifting up his white shirt. Tears filled my eyes as I saw the wound. It was bleeding nonstop and I was afraid it was fatal.

Not in this kind of situation that she is being forced and hurt. Jack suddenly pushed his hard shaft inside her without a warning. Khlea’s lips opened wide and her eyes widened in intense pain. She felt something tore inside her, and she couldn’t stop her tears, because she feels mixed emotions fear, fatigue, weakness and sort of happiness. Jack stopped for a while but later on he move again and she felt pain again. While he was thrusting with all his might and moved faster as he could. When he was about to reach his climax, Jack mentioned the name of his ex-girlfriend Joan Lacoste.

She whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. He hadn't said those words over the years because he believed love in all its intensity and passion, paled in comparison to the power that coursed through his veins. It was more than anyone could ever comprehend, think, or know. But now, in that moment, he felt the overwhelming urge to say it over and over again until it became raw and his throat started bleeding.

And in response, my heart bled heat—ice so cold it burned shoved through my veins, out, out, from my chest, to my limbs, to my fingers and toes, until my entire being hummed with it, shook with it… and my chest ached with it. Love. Endless love. It burrowed out of my chest, stretching towards him like a flower opening to the sun. I trembled from head to toe and felt him falling apart—his body shaking, rippling, his voice ragged. I tried so hard to pull him closer that my nails scraped on his back, but he only reached deeper within me—and my heart only threw itself harder towards him. Mine. He was mine—chosen and declared before I’d even known it. Made for me. The strength I needed in a heart

That word made my stomach turn. “I don’t want this,” I muttered, my voice sharp and broken. “You say that now,” he said, leaning forward, brushing my hair back behind my ear with a stained hand. “But one day, you’ll see. One day, you’ll look at me and realize I’m the only one who ever truly loved you enough to bleed for you.” My eyes didn’t leave his. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. All I could do was breathe—slow and quiet—as I tried to hold myself together.

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to keep looking him in the eyes. “I won’t lie,” she continued, her voice softening just a fraction, “I still have feelings for you. But that’s all it is now—feelings. Nothing more. Loving you...” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “Loving you only taught me how to bleed.” Lucas stood still, almost frozen in place, as her words sliced through him.

He wanted to save her so bad, he saw her eyes darkening as she whispered, "I love you, Reynold" "I love you too Ashley, please don't go! Please don't leave me alone! You know I cannot live without you now!" He hugged her as he pulled her closer to his chest, pressing her wound to stop the bleeding but it seemed like her vital organ was damaged and the damn bleeding won't stop as she surrounded by a pool of her own blood now.

When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The absolute right to hurt you. Love and pain always go hand in hand—you can’t truly love without getting hurt. Jackson left Bree there to bleed. He didn’t come home that night, so Bree had to tend to her own bleeding wound. The cut on her head reopened, and she had to at least cover it. Bree looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night. She bit her lower lip as tears began to stream again.