Bleeding Love Novels & Stories

Without any diction to be assembled, we mashed each other and enjoyed the blend of our lips. Spilled water from the sky fell without compromise, so heavily soaked the earth, witnessing the pleasures of knitting love. His breath and my breath mingled with the spilled water hitting the ground. Making out enjoying the night, weaving waves of love, forming a series of love. Ended with the happiness of love that we had. "Thank you Bram, for your sincere love," I said, accompanied by a clear spot that ran down my cheek. Bram was already asleep, very satisfied looking at his face. He gently kissed her cheek, then lay down beside her. Suddenly Bram's hand grabbed mine, his eyes opened and he said,

"Look at them! By the time Caitlin was brought into the OR, the internal bleeding in her abdominal cavity had already exceeded 2,000cc! "If the delivery blood bags hadn't been signed out, if we could have started a transfusion right from the beginning, we could have at least saved her! "But the blood bank told us you pulled the supply to serve as a backup for a patient with a minor scrape." Chad's legs gave out, and his knees crashed hard against the desk, but he felt none of the pain. His mind was entirely flooded with the image of me lying in that pool of blood last night. Those eyes staring up at him were devoid of hatred. They were filled only with a quiet surrender.

His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it. "You're trembling, my sweet wife. And your perfume..." He took a slow, deliberate breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. "Vanilla? My file said Kendra only wears French jasmine. Tell me... are you afraid of a blind man? Or are you afraid of me finding out who you really are?" Avery’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Before she could even gasp, Damien pulled back, a ghost of a cold, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

She looked like a fuse, burning slowly downward in the dark. ​I hated her for it. I hated the way she looked at the walls as if they were a temporary inconvenience. And God help me, I hated the sudden, dangerous urge to walk down those three flights of stairs, unlock that reinforced door, and feel the violent clarity of standing in the same room with someone who hated me with total honesty. In a building full of bought loyalty and treacherous whispers, her hatred was the only clean thing left. ​Lightning flashed over the forest, a jagged white fracture that illuminated the office in stark, violent relief. The monitors flickered once. Twice.

He had to reclaim the space, to reassert his control through the people he paid. ​I couldn't stand to be inside with them. I walked past them and went into the garden. It was the only part of this marriage I had truly loved. The roses were in bloom and I couldn't help it as it was begging to be plucked but as I bent down to pluck them I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I screamed in pain, the next thing I knew, I was bleeding. Bleeding? I staggered and fell to the ground. I tried finding my footing but the strength had already disappeared from my legs.

The next day Love isn’t just an emotion, it’s an act. It’s many different acts. And sometimes, when people love you really hard and deep, those acts are loud. Like when Dux and Drake walked into their home with Hannah and Joe in their arms, the sound that came from Briley’s throat was definitely deafening: all of her love, and fear, and dread came bursting out of her. She immediately shushed herself, because she didn’t want to frighten her babies – but her first and most true and honest reaction was to shout her love and relief and gratitude.

Mine bleeds, red drops falling onto the white carpet. We press our bleeding palms together. The bond flares between us. Hot and electric and overwhelming. The mark on my neck, the bite he gave me weeks ago, throbs in response, burning like a brand. I gasp. Tyler's hand tightens on mine. The bond has always been there. But this is different. Stronger. More permanent. I can feel him. Not just his hand in mine. But his presence. His heartbeat. His emotions bleeding into mine. Love and fear. Relief and determination.

“He is my everything, I love your father so much, I love him so much. The kind of love that eats you alive.” She rose without warning and crossed to hee sewing table, opened a drawer and brought out a needle. She came back, sat down, and held out her palm. “I need you both to promise me something,” she said. “I need you to promise me that you will never love like that. You wouldn't love so much that it hurts you, you have to be cold and rigid. Love is chaotic, deal with it with that same chaos.” She pricked her skin and blood welled at the surface, read and thick. A slow bead slid down the center of her hand. Willow whimpered. I flinched.

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?”

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.