Blood Isn't Always Thicker Than Water นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Blood said and gave him a punch on his face that he stumbled on the ground. “I…Blood---” He tried to say. “I hope that you will still change your mind, but I was so stupid to get that hope in me. How can I forget? You have the same blood as Roman, what they say is really true---blood will always be thinner than water.” Blood said and laughed bitterly; a tear escaped his eyes. ‘If you just know how I wish he is not my father anymore, how I hate that I existed in this world as his son’

I pull his lower lip and say, “It’s just blood, Cal.” Calum looks even more confused and his lips pucker to show that. “Blood? It doesn’t hurt?” “Barely. I don’t have cramps and well, it’s not exactly blood. It’s like a waste.” My chest sags with a sigh at his frown. I’m not explaining it right. “It’s more water than blood. If women lost that amount of blood monthly, we would all be dead, Calum.”

Draco inhaled a deep breath and said, “Tyr, no matter what, Kirin is your brother. Your bone marrow is the only hope to cure his illness. Can you help him?” “Blood is thicker than water!” Tyr responded. “Hahahahaha, what a good description—blood is thicker than water!” Tyr reacted as if he had heard the most laughable joke of the year! No, it was actually the best joke of the decade. “Good gracious! Blood is thicker than water. Draco Summers, so you didn’t come over tonight to meet Little Blair or hand me the genealogy? All of that was just a pretense, right? You were actually targeting my bone marrow.

She really didn’t want to bath again but looking down at her clothing and her skin she realized how dirty she really was. Stripping off her clothes she entered the bathroom she realized that some of what she thought was mud was actually blood from one of those wolf creatures. As she studied the blood on her clothing it dawned on her that even the creatures blood wasn’t normal. It was thicker, almost like paste and it was so dark I read that looks black, but perhaps the most curious thing of all was even now after all that time had passed the blood was still warm.

He shoved the thick testing needle deep into the pad of the finger. Noah’s back arched off the mattress. A sharp, jagged cry tore from his throat. "Careful, Physician!" Ethan roared. He was across the room in a blur of charcoal wool, his hand slamming onto the table. The wood groaned under the impact. "You draw blood from my Queen like she’s a farm animal!" "The blood must be fresh, Your Majesty." Daniel didn't look up. He squeezed Noah’s finger. Hard. He let the dark, red droplets fall into a small crystal vial. "Trauma often hides in the marrow. If the blood is thin, the womb will never hold."

“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.

The tempo of his pulse slowed from a high-intensity pop song to a romantic ballad, low and lazy. She learned in that moment that human blood was very different from werewolf blood. Werewolf blood was like a rich, full-bodied wine or a gourmet dessert. It was exquisite, exotic, captivating, but you couldn't fill yourself up on it if you tried. Human blood was like candy. It was so hyper-sweet that you didn't want to stop consuming it and it gave you an instant rush of endorphins and energy, but that high wasn't meant to last.

The moment they walked through the door, he shut the door and locked it all with his mind. "How?" she gasped, gazing at the door behind her in awe. He shrugged. "Purity of blood? Better blood circulation? More vitamins? The purity of blood means less work for bodily function," he predicted as he began to remove his shirt to get into something more comfortable. "There's probably a scientific reason out there that a specialist could explain."

I was as if in my dream. I recollected how much blood came out of Amy's face just before she died. There was so much blood that I could hardly see her face. Blood protects us from dehydration. Almost all terminally ill people were emitting vast amounts of blood. This means they were all dehydrated to a certain level. If I take out all water from the ocean, nothing remains, not even the fish's life. That discovery was new to me. If Salt was removed from the ocean, would its water evaporate any sooner? Nature, nurture, life, light!