Blood And Love Romane & Geschichten

Emmie asked anxiously. "We can't return your lover's severed leg because... it's gone. While we were wrapping Mr. Albert's leg, the leg was eaten away by bacteria, and when we were finished, all that was left on the tray was a pool of blood and the remains of maggots." Emmie's stomach acid immediately rose.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Again she was bleeding. "Love.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

she whispered. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle. The metal was cold, biting against my clammy palm. For a second, I swore I couldn’t do it. That I should spin, walk right back to the waiting room, and collapse into his lap, let him drag me back home and lock me into whatever prison he decided. I squeezed my eyes shut. One shaky breath. Two. You can’t look back. Don’t cave. Love doesn’t cancel blood. It doesn’t erase the screams or the bodies or the way violence stains everything it touches.

I would show her what it meant to bleed for the title. Because in this world? Love is not enough. Blood is not enough. Only power survives. And I’ve been holding mine in silence for far too long.

My heart a battlefield of bond and betrayal, love and fire. And Logan still bled somewhere I couldn’t reach.

“Falling in love with her wasn't part of the plan. Who would have thought you would stoop so low to fall in love with a sold away bride.” "So you decided to play God with our lives." I said, anger coursing through my veins. "Do you love her any less now? Does knowing about the blood connection change what she means to you?" She asked, her expression nonchalant. I laughed, etched with pain and anger. “What else are you not telling me? What other lies have my life been built on that I am not aware of?” She stood up, gazing at me. Her expression was cold and unrepentant.