Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya Novels & Stories

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

A tiny droplet of blood wells up, a painful reminder of my carelessness. “Fuck!”, I hiss, eyes glued on the crimson red gushing out of the small wound. I let out a defeated sigh, dropping the file as I slump back into my chair. I’m not gonna cry right now, am I? Because if it’s tears I feel creeping behind the hood of my eyes, they better go back to where they came from. But with my thoughts, my eyes begin to prick, and the unwelcome sting of tears becomes more obvious. No, no, no. I refuse to cry. Not now, not here, not in front of them. I force myself to take a deep breath, willing the tears to finally retreat, to disappear back into the depths of my frustration.

I pleaded, going on my knees. Tears brimming down on my eyes cause I had no idea about the havoc I was about to wrinkle on myself. Sweat began to run down from my face to my feet, my blood began to be fucking hot. Oh no, I don’t know what the great Iye might do to me. My lacrimal gland got extremely filled with tears, unable to fucking control it as I let it flow so freely down my cheek. My catarrh got pulled up in my nose, fuck I couldn’t breath well.

Her once radiant face with powers and glaze, was now smeared with dried tears that left trails of sorrow etched upon her delicate skin. The traces of anguish are clearly evident as if her tears had crystallized and fused with her very being and being a proof of her strength in enduring the pain coming from polished chains and her struggle. “Don’t even think of my tears to be due to being helpless…” she said while heaving heavily, “these are the marks of the victory I am soon going to have over you.”

She feel frustrated and was worried, what will happened if they both fell to sleep? Tears fell down to her cheeks. She even taste a sweat, then there's soured taste, her tears that mixed through the blood in her mouth. Her world suddenly spinned, her vision continued blurry. Yet, she could feel the softness of the body that embrace her, support her more when she seemed fall to sleep.

�� 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮�

My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all words in the English language are not sufficient enough to describe what I'm going through.

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

Dark streaks ran from the corners of her eyes, staining her cheeks. “Tears of blood.” I gasped out...