Bleeding Love Novels & Stories

Then she pulled back and turned to leave, her bag slung over her shoulder. "Kyla!" Jeffrey called out. She stopped and turned back. Jeffrey took a few steps forward, his hands shoved in the pockets of his dark hoodie. "You'd always be my sister, you know that right?" When Kyla didn't say anything, just looked at him with eyes that were starting to shine with unshed tears, he added softly, "And I'd always love you." Kyla walked back to him quickly and hugged him tightly, fiercely, like she never wanted to let go. "I'd always love you too," she said into his dark hoodie, her voice muffled but clear.

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

Through Lily, Emily learned that love was not a finite resource but an infinite wellspring from which one could draw strength and solace. With newfound courage, Emily allowed herself to love again. The love that blossomed between her and Lily was different yet equally profound. It was a love marked by compassion, understanding, and the shared experience of loss. Together, they navigated the intricate dance of grief and healing, holding each other's hands through the ups and downs.

But what caught her attention most was the metallic smell of a red substance oozing from someone’s body and it was dropping on the floor. “Baby,” she mustered as a tear fell on her cheeks slowly. Blanche run towards her, Venus, as she dropped her pistol and hugged her. Venus almost fell to the ground but good thing she was able to catch her. “Baby…” Venus utters as she coughs with blood yet still can manage to smile. That smile makes Blanche’s heart melt so easily. Her eyes were irresistible to stare with. “I… I love you.” She added, caressing Blanche's face softly.

But I do love Dark more, maybe it is because I can actually feel his love and always have. Dark snaps his tail in the air three times, and grabs me in his arms, with my legs around his body, and while standing and kissing me passionately, he penetrates my pussy with his tail. I bite his lips and make him throb my pussy even deeper with his thick tail. He asks me to bite him harder until he bleeds. I do it and then he does the same. We both bleed and kiss, feeling the taste of our blood, blending it in each other's mouths.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

She says, "I love You ..." My body freezes and my senses get numb. I hurt her. Even after, I give her immense pain, she says that she loves me and faints in my arms. I observe her. We both are drenched in blood.. she is bleeding heavily. Fuck! 'Sunshine! I love you. I love you...' End Of POV:- .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Kayleigh is bleeding. The baby… our pup…

“I love you, baby, I love you so fucking much.” Tears slipped down my cheeks as I looked into his eyes through the mirror. The pain was white-hot, burning through my spine, my stomach, my thighs. And then I felt a sharp sting inside, like skin tearing. A tiny rip, deep where he pushed too hard, too deep. I felt something slid down the inside of my thigh. His fingers tightening on my hips like he was holding himself back from going harder. “You’re bleeding,” he muttered, breathless and drunk on it. “Fucking hell, you’re bleeding for me.”