Blood Sucking Cracked Tear Location Mga Nobela at Kwento

I lift my hands to his face, my thumbs brushing along the hard edges of his jaw as I tilt his head to get a good look at him. My stomach twists. His left eye is swollen shut, the skin around it a deep, angry red that promises to turn purple by tomorrow. His nose doesn't look broken but a thin trail of fresh blood trickles from his nostril. His bottom lip is split, the raw skin glistening, and there's a slash across his cheekbone.

The ground seemed to sway beneath me, and panic set in—I had to regain control, and quickly. A dull ache throbbed in my upper lip, betraying the encounter that had left it swollen and likely split. I must have bitten it when she struck me. I focused intently on the faint metallic scent of blood that lingered in the air; though it was a trickle, it would be enough to sustain me. Tentatively, I let my tongue slide out, searching for the jagged tear in my flesh. I could feel the V-shaped curve of the wound and drew in eagerly, sucking at the source of my pain as hard as I could.

I throw my phone on the bed as stared at my reflection on the small mirror. I rapidly picked the text book on the chair and threw it on the mirror. A huge crack appeared from the top corner to the right bottom corner as tears slid down my eyes. How had things got this bad? I Slowly headed to the cracked mirror while using my bed for balance. I stared at the pictures that had scattered on the floor. Some were still on the mirror as I started tearing them violently and tossing them inside my mouth then chewed then. More tears ran down my cheeks.

Maddox braces the stool. I press harder as tears stream down my face. I don’t stop. His screams echo through the broken house. At first, nothing changes. His skin grows paler as his head falls back. “No… no…” I cry. “Concentrate!” Lux shouts. I close my eyes and pour everything into it. The power tearing through me. I keep pressing and then slowly the bleeding begins to slow. The torn flesh beneath my palm starts knitting together. Color creeps back into his skin, not human warmth, but the pale vitality a vampire should have. His eyes flicker dark red, then deepen into a steady crimson.

It fell from my face, landing directly on Rye's clawed hand where it gripped my throat. Rye screamed, jerking away from me like I'd burned him. He stumbled backward, clutching his hand as smoke rose from where my tear had touched his skin. Air rushed into my lungs. I gasped, choking, my body convulsing as oxygen flooded back. My vision cleared slowly, the black spots receding. I pushed myself up on trembling arms, still coughing, still struggling to breathe properly. Across from me, Rye stared at his hand in shock and pain. The skin where my tear had landed was blackened, blistered, smoking.

sound as it rubbed against her palm. “I think about her every night,” she said. Her voice was soft, barely audible, carried away by the wind. “Aunt Rita said it’s not shameful to miss your mother. She said my mother was a hero.” Jenny’s nasal passages felt sore. The soreness started in the nasal turbinates, spread to the bridge of her nose, and then to the lower edge of her eyes. Tears welled up in her lacrimal glands, but didn’t flow out. Over the past three days, her lacrimal glands had been completely depleted. The remaining tears were only enough to moisten the mucous membranes at the lower edge of her eyes, not enough to form a single tear droplet.

With each breath, a spray of crimson blood seeped at the corner of her lips. With her back arched, she pressed her forehead against the cold tiles, feeling warm blood and burning tears dripping onto the cold tiles.

My jaw tightened. I looked at her properly in the light from the SUV's headlights. Her face was pale, tear tracks dried on her cheeks in the evidence of hours of crying rather than minutes. Her knees were scraped raw and bleeding, the kind of damage that came from hitting pavement at speed rather than falling, the kind that came from running. One hand was swollen around an older injury, the skin around it red and angry in the specific way of something that had been infected and ignored. Then my eyes moved to the front of her shirt.

I vomited blood because of the impact. I started crawling through the floor but it’s not enough to escape. Rachelle then held me by my hair. Her nails started to get sharp and in just a second she raked her nails into my hands leaving deep gashes that welled up with blood. I shouted in pain because of what she did. She then kicked me so hard that I ended up on the chair.

I cried and pleaded with my life, I thought he was a friend of Maxine and Anna, why does he want to hurt me. Next thing I saw made me scared. His white eye socket turn red with a mixture of black along with his socket and veins popping from the side of his eyes, I yelled before I felt his teeth on my neck, biting, a strong pain shoot through me, my blood trickle and he kicks it, crying for my life, he suck my blood making me completely weak.