Novel & Cerita Blood Is Not Always Thicker Than Water

"You are too blind to see things just the way they are. When reality starts unfolding, don't say I didn't warn you." Is that a riddle? What reality? "What are you talking about." I implore. "Nothing. Just don't be too comfortable because you are his biological child. My daughter and I gave all the rights as you. At least, we didn't leave his side when he was battling with his ailment. Unlike what his only child did." So they are going to blame this on me? "Blood is thicker than water, you know. I might have left at a time that u shouldn't have, but I am back now, and I have straightened up things with my father."

Then, she scooted away from the bedside, avoiding the bloody floor. "I...” Luveas paused, “…will keep it in mind.” He was surprised. He glanced towards the bloody meal that he provided for her. So, elves don’t drink blood, he concluded inwardly. Then, he removed the meat and hid it inside the basket; away from her sight, although it was already too late for that now. Amethyst looked at him scrutinizingly. “Do you not know the difference between water and blood?” she asked. Luveas glanced at her. “I know,” he answered, “but, to us, blood is water.”

“If you love blood and what you want to do with it, then that’s it.” “Damn, creativity.” My wife clicked her tongue in annoyance, making him laugh more. “Blood is a thick liquid form; you must shape it according to your liking.” With an amused smile, Vladimir added, and for some reason, I shivered like Ceres was here with us. Damn, sinister vampires. “Mother-in-law will kill you if Roxanne dies in the process.” I heard Minerva’s comment, making Vladimir pout. Imagine a charming adult trying to be cute to his wife—erk.

Tazz answered the call, Anuj observed that the moment Tazz heard the voice of the caller his face lit up like a million bulbs were placed in it. Blood is thicker than water... they say All Hearts !

Interesting, I think again, reaching for my coffee. And those two things, in my experience, are almost always the same.

“So, there are no banks, and you’re obviously not at liberty to just walk in and out of our territory—” “I’m not?” I gasp, and instantly feel guilty when he takes a step back and fingers his collar. “Sorry. Another joke.” I wish I could smile reassuringly at him. Without looking like I’m about to butcher everything that he holds dear, that is. “Do you, um, have . . . preferences?” “Preferences?” “Like . . . AB, or O negative, or . . .” “Ah.” I shake my head. Common misconception, but cold blood is nearly flavorless, and the only things that would influence its taste would disqualify people from donating in the first place. Illnesses, mostly.

He gently rubbed my back until the tension melted away. “It’s alright. You are safe. Nothing, and no one is going to hurt you.” He assured me, and that made me cry buckets. Here is the only man who loved me unconditionally, yet I betrayed him because of my family. Whoever said that blood is thicker than water is wrong. Blood is not always thicker than water. Sometimes, other people are better than our families. Those who are unrelated to us by blood, but who can love us unconditionally are our true families.

Theophile says. “But you’ll die if you do so,” I comment. “Obviously, Vampire Blood and Werewolf blood will never be the same. Vampire blood is thinner. It’ll be easier if it’s mixed with human blood,” Theophile says. “How about that bird in the cage under the green cloth?” I asked, pointing to the iron enclosure. “Ah, that was a canary that hasn’t been tamed yet. So, I covered its cage,” he explained. “But won’t it get stressed out?” I grumbled, feeling concerned about the bird’s well-being.

“She’d be so happy.” Melissa’s chest tightened painfully. What’s that saying…Blood is thicker than water. Or maybe… This was fate pulling her right back to the man who broke her.

He made me feel like maybe things didn’t have to be so heavy all the time. Still smiling, I walked toward the sink after I was done and turned on the faucet to rinse my hands. And that’s when it happened. At first, it looked normal. Clear, cold water running over my fingers, the way it always did. But then— It changed. In the blink of an eye. The water turned thick. Dark. Red. Blood. It poured over my hands like something out of a nightmare, coating my skin, the sink, everything. My breath caught.