Bleeding Love Novels & Stories

Somewhere in the Depths of a Forest... The little girl's heart was pounding so hard in her chest that each beat was a loud and frantic cry for her to get away. Crawling in the underbrush, she attempted to make herself as small and invisible as possible. Her tiny hands, which were now cut and bleeding, clutched to the hard bark of a tree as she did so. Every rustle of leaves sent a bolt of anxiety through her body, and the air was thick with the smell of soil and fear for her to breathe in.

Things would have been different if you would have tell me that you don't remember your collage days. He clutched on the glass and broke it into pieces. He was not in his right senses. He took the piece of glass and started carving on his arm. 'I can't imagine myself without you... I never stopped loving you. It was just a blind anger. I am sorry... Please come back. You can't leave me like this. You were the only one for me and no one can take your place in my heart...' He carved her name and drenched himself in his own blood.

I squeezed my palms over the bowl and watched as my red rich blood mixed with Adrians. I shifted from one feet to another, the pressure starting to take a toll on my feet. "Let your blood mix, an evidence of true love and true bonding." The ministers voice boomed as he collected the dagger and cleaned it with a white rag. Adrian took his hand in my mine and squeezed it together, our mixed bloods dropping in the bowl. Nothing changed. The feeling was just like how it was, it just got more intense and I desired Adrian more. I was able to feel his need for me and my body reacted in clear desire to his. If I was desiring him before, now I could hardly keep it together.

“…No. That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” Yvo remained completely still. Listening. Observing. Leo’s grip on his phone tightened harder. “Hyung…” For the first time, his voice sounded genuinely pleading. “…Please stop before somebody gets hurt.” Silence answered him again. Then Leo froze slightly at whatever was said next. His expression darkened. “…That’s not love anymore,” he whispered. A long pause followed. “You’re becoming obsessed.” The word lingered heavily in the air. Then— Leo slowly lowered the phone away from his ear.

But we were still driving and still choosing each other. Still bleeding forward. So maybe that counts for something. Maybe that’s still a kind of love.

Noah responded slowly, lips parting to deepen it, and for a moment the bruises, the blood, the sting of loss, all faded. Just them. Just this. Heat and softness and something dangerously close to love.

Loads of love, Blessing.

Vivid red blood soaks the white sheets, causing a scream to tear through me. "You're bleeding! Oh my God, why would you give me a loaded gun? Are you crazy!" His breathing sounds strained, but I manage to push his heavy body off me. “Help! Someone…fuck! You crazy bitch why did I ever fall in love with you?”

Biting my lips, I opened my bag and brought out my phone to order a ride. Suddenly, a white light flashed to my face and lingered on for sometimes. I staggered from the effect of the beam and placed a hand over my face in a bid to protect myself from the blinding light. Few seconds later, the car, a black lamborghini drove past me slowly, almost kissing my tired legs with its bonnet. I became annoyed at the action of whosoever was driving the car. First, it was the blinding headlights and now, it was willing to hit me.

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