روايات وقصص ضمن Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

I knelt down and picked up the largest shard. I looked at my reflection in it. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Blood already drying on my skin. Good. But not enough. I dragged the glass across my arm. The cut opened instantly. Blood flowed down, warm and bright. I did it again. And again. Across my thigh. My shoulder. Just deep enough to bleed badly. Not deep enough to kill me. I pressed the shard just above my heart and pushed until I gasped. Tears filled my eyes from the pain. Real tears this time.

I picked up a fresh toothbrush and brushed my teeth with Ellie’s mint toothpaste until my gums bled. Splashed cold water on my face. When I finally looked up, the girl staring back still had swollen eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, cheeks blotchy from crying. She looked exactly like what she was…someone who had been thoroughly, ruthlessly fucked and then cried herself to sleep.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Even pure water couldn’t heal what he did, and having seen them as I was changing the soaked bandage this morning, I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I knew that not only would they take a long while to heal, they would also be leaving a deep scar that I didn’t know how to tend to. I took a deep breath, and wiping my tears, I got up from my seat and entered the bathroom that was in my office. My heart ached at how red my eyes were from crying. The love bite that was on my neck was a reminder of the night that the two of us shared before things went downhill, and clenching my fists, I banged them on the sink for a second as a sob escaped my lips.

Collapse. Pain blossomed under her eye, bright and electric, then bloomed outward, flooding the left side of her head with heat and noise. She heard herself make a sound she didn’t recognize. Her hand went to her face on instinct. Warmth slicked her palm. The skin below her eye had split—the bone had taken the punch; the cheek had torn. When she pulled her hand back, it was smeared with blood.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

My mind opens up, filling me with feelings that are not mine, bringing tears to my eyes at their intensity. The longing, desire, and love flooding into me from Jamari, no from Rieka, pulls a sob from my lips as tears flow down my cheeks. Jamari pulls her canines from my neck, her tongue darting out to lick the mark her teeth left behind, healing the wound with her saliva. A frown forms on her face when she pulls away and notices that I am crying. “Did I hurt you?” She asks nervously. I shake my head no, trying to stop the flow of tears currently flowing down my cheeks.

"Ok, I'm going to start" I winced in pain as I gripped his shoulder. Ace very hesitantly continued. He did a singular stitch, right in the center of my lip. A singular tear ran down my cheek as I felt the painful pinch. He was staring at my hand that was still clenched onto his shoulder. He took the cloth and dabbed my tear away as he stared into my eyes. His dark blue eyes were filled with curiosity.

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