Blood On The Leaves Nina Simone Novels & Stories

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

They all knew it. Nina kept on chanting, as her blood flowed unto the map. Then a sharp piercing pain escaped from her lungs. She collapsed instantly on the ground with thick black fluid rushing through her sockets. The wall of her skin began to tear open, allowing her blood to rush out as she was bleeding profusely from everywhere. "Bloody hell! What's wrong?" Davi grabbed her, trying to stop the immense tearing of her skin. But it wasn't healing. "Why the hell isn't it working?"

Dropping the bottle, it shatters on the floor, spilling the left over blood across the white tiles. “Nooooo” she cries, dropping to her knees, trying to scoop up the blood. Simon wants me to have an honest talk with her, but I couldn’t do it with her like this. I was going to have to make her go without. Pulling her away, I hoist her off the ground. She screams and starts thrashing against me, begging me to let her go. Her hands shift to claws and she tries to dig them into my skin. Her screams rattle around the room and she starts to cry, begging me for a little bit more.

Rufus hisses, voice like iron, and she cries out, trying to resist, tears streaking her face. I tighten my grip. “You are not his! You are yours! Fight, Simone! Fight!” And in a sudden surge, she lets out a scream that pierces the magic, the shadows, the air itself. For a moment, everything trembles, the ground quakes, the light flickers—and then a blade of pure energy bursts from nowhere, striking her squarely, and Simone collapses, limp in my arms. My heart stops. I drop to my knees beside her, hands trembling as I shake her gently. “Simone! Stay with me! Please, don’t leave me!”

Seraphina said to Matteo; who was visibly flustered. ​ Matteo tried to regain his composure and walked over towards Seraphina and placed the tray down next to her, he offered her a lopsided smile. “Anything else I can get you?” Seraphina thought for a moment. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I please have some blood?” she asked, slightly embarrassed. Matteo nodded and produced a blade from his pocket, he sliced his palm and let his blood trickle into the teacup. When the cup was full, Seraphina gestured for his hand. He reached out to her with a quizzical look on his face, Seraphina began to sing her song and Matteo looked on, eyes wide as he could see the laceration on his hand knitting

I made got different meals. They're in small portion so that we can eat it all. "Oh, here." I hand her the bottle of wine and she grabbed two wine glasses from the table. "Don't move,” she warned and moved to the record player and put on Nina Simons. “This. This right here.” She muttered, closing her eyes and the sonorous sound filled the room. "What do you mean?" "Her voice gives me chills whenever I listen to her." She cocked her head to the side again. She looks adorable when she does that. "Her voice is like your lips when you kiss me." Oh, this time I did get it.

To make Nicole and me happy, Simon chose to commit suicide at an unknown, quiet place. Simon also told Nicole not to go looking for him. There was no way for me to deny anything with such an allegation imposed on me. Nicole strangled my neck as she frantically yelled that everything was all my fault. She then imprisoned me in the mansion that belonged to Simon and her. Every day, countless people would come to draw my blood. My blood would be donated to anyone who needed Rh-negative blood. If there were no need for the day, my blood would be treated as wastewater and poured casually on the withered roses.

Her tears were uncontrollably rolling down from her eyes. Cain and Aniya stormed towards her and tried to calm her down. Cain understood her condition when he noticed her breathing abruptly and her body trembling. His eyes fell on those blood stains on her cloth and neck and he concluded that she was having a panic attack as he was aware of her hemophobia. “Nina….breath…it's okay. Please breathe,” he said to her while rubbing her back but her condition continued to turn worse and worse. “She has hemophobia. Nina is terrified of blood,” Cain revealed, widening both Aniya and Riccardo's eyes, whereas Rican's blazing gaze was still glowering down at Nina, still with the only intention of ending

Her expression was hard, impenetrable, as if she knew no one should approach her at that moment. Simon let her go, but deep down he knew that the truth they were seeking would change everything. … In the small blood-drawing room, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the latex of the nurse’s gloves. Natalia held her arm out, watching as the needle pierced her skin. The blood flowed slowly into the test tube, a dark liquid that seemed to hold more questions than answers. Beside her, Astrid mimicked the same gesture, her gaze fixed on the white wall as if trying to distract herself.