Blood Lies Bleeding Novels & Stories

He prayed in his heart. ----------- Carina is bleeding profusely on the floor. Blood pooling around her body, smearing her beautiful nightgown with the ominous red color. She is laying still over there, with her chest arduously moving up and down. Beads of sweats streamlined her ashen, beautiful face, while her backside is wet with sweat.

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.

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

"Your blood pressure is elevated, which is concerning with the bleeding. We need to get you stabilized." Sophia turned her head to look at Liam, and what she saw in his face made her forget her anger, forget the betrayal, forget everything except the raw terror they were both drowning in. He was crying silently, his free hand pressed beside hers on her stomach, and his lips moved in what might have been prayer or promises or both. "I'm sorry," he choked out. "God, Sophia, I'm so sorry. For all of it. For the lies, the deception, for putting you through stress that caused this—"

Noah was lying in the bathtub, his head resting weakly against the edge, eyes half-closed. The water was a deep, horrifying red, thick with his blood. It looked like he’d been bleeding for a while. “Noah…” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. He didn’t respond at first. Then another weak groan escaped him as his head lolled slightly to the side. I rushed forward, my legs almost buckling beneath me as I dropped to my knees beside the tub. The water was so red it made my stomach turn. My hands shook as I reached for him, pressing against his naked chest, searching desperately for the source of the bleeding.

He had risen now to speak factiously into a phone. "Yes," he said. "Prepare everything." He gave up the telephone and stared at me. "You are a liability," he said. "And liabilities are removed." My breath caught. "You're going to kill me." "Yes," he replied calmly. Something inside me snapped. It was still fear, but anger came over it, sharp and burning. “You believe that by killing me you will correct what you have done?” I asked. “You believe you lose your blood because you have money?”

Her mate was slipping away on her table. “No,” she whispered, barely audible. Hensley heard anyway. His gaze flicked to her sharp. “Lotty, focus.” She swallowed hard and nodded once, forcing her mind back into medicine. “FAST exam,” she snapped. “I want a probe on him now.” Ultrasound gel smeared across his abdomen. The probe moved. The screen flickered. Free fluid. Black pools where they shouldn’t be. “Bleeding,” Lotty said, voice tight. “He’s bleeding internally.”

My breathing is getting quick, making me light-headed and woozy. And I am on number seven when it happens. The push is harder than I predicted and it takes me by surprise because I wasn't expecting it. Upon opening my eyes in a rush, I see myself flowing down the slides and with a loud slosh, I fall into the pool of blood. Panic punches through my lungs because it's deeper than I thought, and my heart begins thumping in my chest with force. I wonder how many bulls were killed because this is a blood bath. Pure, thick blood with no mixture of water.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"