Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya Novels & Stories

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.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

'Worthless. 'Bitch... 'Coward... 'You'll never be anything in life... 'Why do you still fight? 'Why do you keep trying? 'Why do you keep hoping? 'It's hopeless. 'You'll always be a failure!!!' Tears rolled down my cheeks as I dropped the blade in my hand. I watched as the dark red liquid seeped through slits in my arm. There was so much blood my whole arm was covered in the red liquid. 'I didn't say you could stop!'

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

-HADES- Tears roll down her cheeks like waterfall, she struggles to breathe, thrashing against the sock stuffed in her mouth. I stumbled back, my eyes erupting into a piercing pain before I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. With trembling hands, I gripped the edge of my table, supporting myself against it as my throat grew tight with each passing second. She let out a loud wail, withering in pain under that man. My brother stood near them, watching her with lusful eyes. He was enjoying all this when Sage was drowning in her own tears.

The people who made my life a hell on earth. No, I can't "Mom, they aren't worth the sacrifice." I mused, and took another deep breath. I stretched out my right hand, and it made the wound on my arm sting me so sharply that I had to bite my lower lip to push back the sob threatening to burst out. Sweat, blood, and tears were all that bathed my body from head to toe and the stinking smell was still oozing around me like I was a sillage tank.

“Anana” Elia screamed with tears welling in her eyes, thick and hot, blurring her vision, turning the world into a watery haze. Her clothes drenched in blood and tears. She couldn't bear seeing her Luna in that despicable state. “Anana, l can't bear seeing you hurt every day” Tears rolling down as she tend to the fresh skin cut on Anana’s thighs exposing torn muscles and tissues with blood surging up instantly, warm and thick, bubbling out in slow relentless pulses.

He stumbled back, his breaths ragged as if he couldn’t catch enough air. “What... what is this?” he muttered, looking down at his hands. Red lines began to snake across his skin, wounds opening as if he had been the one lashed. Blood poured from the gashes, dripping onto the floor in thick, dark rivulets. He clutched his chest, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice raw and desperate. “I didn’t mean to...” I sat frozen, my body trembling as I watched him bleed. His tears streamed down his face, but they weren’t tears—they were blood. Each drop splattered onto the ground, blooming like crimson flowers.

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'