Novel & Cerita Blood Saliva In The Morning

The moment that I got to the room, I immediately went to the bathroom and I spit out saliva because I could still taste the blood. "Fck! I guess my jaw weakened huh? This wouldn’t bleed even if I am slapped a few times but in just one slap of that man it already bled. Funny. I said to myself, after that I washed my face and cleaned my mouth. I got out of the comfort room and went to my study table to get some cigarette.

Good to know. I scrubbed a hand over my face and felt a strange, flakiness across my fingers. I glanced down at my hand and stilled. Dark, red flakes were dotted across my palm. Dried blood. Standing on shaking legs, I made my way to the mirror. My nose had been bleeding, I realized, as I started at the mess of my reflection. A long line of dark blood had run from my nose, down over my lips, and even reached my throat. It had dried in nearly a perfect line until I’d smeared it all over. Rust-coloured scaly flakes now decorated my chin and cheeks. Heading for the shower, I stopped dead in the hallway, as a cool breeze blew across my bare legs. Muted sunlight streamed past the cracks in the bl

His eyes darted and the way Lord Damon smiled makes me want to escape from him. A clamoring sound of his throat collecting all his saliva at once. I have this feeling that I will surely won't like whatever he wants me to do with it. Shock and disgust enveloped my eyes as I saw him spit plentiful of his saliva from my hands. "Don't try to waste it, bitch!," my hands felt a slight warmth from his saliva and as I look at it, I can't help but to feel disgusted about it. Bubbles are floating on top of his saliva that is in my hands, I felt some of it came rushing down to the back of my hands.

I said. “Yes, I wanted to tell you that when you come. Yesterday when we checked on him, he was okay. He was just healing slowly. This morning, however, he looked worse, and the injury seemed worse. He has been vomiting red substances since past midnight. His body seems to reject the blood, and the silver is spreading. I took his blood from his neck and arm to test it. Until the blood is confirmed, I can’t really tell what is going on,” he said. I looked at Silver. He didn't say anything, and I didn't know it was that serious. He was avoiding eye contact. I sighed. “When you are done with the test, please inform me,” I said.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

My body felt heavy, like every muscle was refusing to cooperate with my brain. “I’m so sleepy,” I murmured. I wanted to get up earlier today. I really did. But the warmth of my bed and the heaviness of my body made it feel like an impossible mission. Then Yaya suddenly gasped. “Oh no, Elaine, you have blood.” My eyes instantly snapped open. “What?” I immediately sat up and looked at her in confusion. “What? Blood? Where?” I asked nervously while quickly checking my arms, legs, and hands. But I couldn’t see anything.

He growled in annoyance, waving his sword to clean the remnants of blood still attached to the sword's body, before pulling the sword back into his body through the palm of his right hand. [You're in big trouble, kid.] "What? Do you know what this disgu\=sting saliva contains?" Only a tentative guess I can give from me, but it looks like it is poison from an ancient creature. "Very helpful explanation," he commented coldly. He grabbed one of the rocks from the debris around him, using it to wipe the saliva that had begun to seep into his skin. "Fuck! Why doesn't this drool go away from my hand?! Tsk!"

Lianna's words were faint, I couldn't even grasp a particular word she tried to spill. Hillarial got up, rolled his mouth, his lips curled in different directions. Then he slobbered, generously on her. That color, didn't look the usual; it was blackish brown. I froze. My eyes widened for I'd never seen such colour of saliva before. I wheeled my head to the south, as I couldn't stand the sight, and a blasting, bursting sound pricked my ears. I twirled.

Groaning, I rolled to the side, the urge to be sick, meeting an urn beside the bed. I upended the protein bar into the metal vessel and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. My body was stiff and sore and there was a strange tang to my mouth, which was not from the vomit which had just exited it. I knew the feeling all too well. Serum. “Great.” Racing around my perfectly human body, were the antibodies of vampire saliva and blood. While the healing properties of the serum were phenomenal to say the least, the sluggishness and brain fog of it weren’t.

I've been seeing the same signs for the past few days so I have an idea that this time won't be any different. Hurrying over to the bathroom and locking the door behind me, I take my palm away from my mouth.... .....Blood.