Novelas y relatos de Blood On The Leaves Nina Simone

she greeted kindly. I tried to smile back, but even lifting my head felt like too much. I gripped the mop tighter, using it for balance, and dragged it across the tiles. Nina’s smile vanished. Concern replaced it as she let go of Gary’s hand and stepped closer. “Vanessa? Are you alright?” I tried to respond. My mouth opened, but no words came. A sudden, violent pressure surged in my chest, and I bent forward with a sharp, painful cough. Thick, dark blood hit the freshly cleaned floor.

Everywhere was white… the sky, the trees and– Blood. That was the only stain on the ground. I dragged my bare feet through the blizzard to see the blood. No. God please, no. I stared mortified at the scene. Nina. Her body was frail, her thin gown hung loosely, and her teeth rattled. Her favourite white dress was covered in bright red. “Nina…” I whispered. Suddenly, her head snapped towards me. “Shoot.” I looked down, a gun had appeared in my hand. My head shook.

She doesn't want to mess up Raymond Lauren's seat. "Nina, why don't you get in? I'll take you to the hospital." Raymond Lauren looks at Nina Morrison's pale face and feels pity for her. "Oh, no, no, I...I feel much better now. You can go first!" Nina Morrison droops down her eyes awkwardly. She has to deal with Raymond Lauren, as well as worrying that her light-colored trousers will be stained by menstrual blood. "Ah, Nina, your dress..." If you are afraid of something and it would come soon. Raymond Lauren has seen the red blood flower on her pants.

“Look to your left. Do you see the plant with long green leaves and red veins?” I turned my head. At first I didn’t see anything but trees and bushes. Then… there it was. A plant growing low to the ground, its leaves long and shiny, with dark red streaks running through the middle. “Yes,” I whispered. “Take them,” Raina instructed. I knelt down… or tried to. My legs shook so badly I fell forward, catching myself on my palms. Dirt got under my nails. My breath came in sharp gasps. But I reached out and pulled the leaves.

No voice. He stared at it, heart thudding. Then walked out of the bathroom — collarless. ⸻ Simone didn’t notice at first. She sat in the sunroom, flipping through a book, her silk robe loose around her. The morning light made her hair glow, softening the sharpness in her cheekbones. Nathan walked in slowly, wearing nothing but pajama pants. She didn’t look up. “I took it off,” he said quietly. She turned a page. “I see.”

Outside the hospital, Kehna's POV She finally left! Ruby had been with me the whole time. I asked for fresh air but it felt I was choking even more. I couldn't believe it, even after spending this much time here in the hospital, I'm still hoping that this is just some kind of nightmare or joke. They didn't allow me to see my mom, because I don't have an adult with me. Except for that, I already caused a scene, which gives them even more reasons not to let me in. I was confused, sad, angry and... An emotional mess. I felt like there were no tears left to cry. While I was crying myself out, an elderly lady approached me. I quickly wiped my tears, she looked at me a few times before she finally

Nina asked going through her drawers looking for something, I frowned in confusion and my eyes widened when I saw her taking out a few leaves which we used to use on children back at the riverbanks when their fever got high, she put them in a small wooden bowl and brought her dagger out of her belt, using the back of it to crush the leaves together, slowly adding water from the water jug which was beside her bed, she slowly rubbed the ointment on my temples and brought a scarf wrapping it around my forehead. “Some things never change, do they?” I teased Nina who was acting on instinct as if we were back at home, her eyes widened as she realized how close she was standing and she took a step

The blue leaves were shimmering in the moonlight, their edges lined with a faint sheen, making the small herb look ethereal. As I passed the small stream, I paused for a moment, taking in the beauty of the Moonflower's natural habitat. The soft glow of the flowers, combined with the gentle sound of the trickling water and the earthy scent of the soil, created a sense of peace and tranquility that I found rare in the world of the Lycans…or whatever was left of it. Reaching for my pocket, I took out a small knife and cut my thumb with it. Red blood trickled down and splattered on the leaves that blossomed and began to glow a bit in a bluish hue.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Simone froze. “You don’t get to cry now,” she added, her tone low, cutting. “Not after everything.” Her chest rose sharply with a shaky breaths. “There’s blood on your hands,” Those words were very difficult for her to say as she sighed with a little sound coming out of her mouth. Simone flinched. “And you think that changes anything?” she continued, shaking her head faintly, tears slipping down again. “You think that makes me forget?”