Blood Sweat Respect Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sweat prematurely in my sweat glands started seeping out. What the fuck did I come to do here?! Fuck. The Sthors… This guy must not die on me.

Sweat coated his body, mixed with blood, some already dried on his body. I trace the sweaty part with the knife and make a small cut, and he screams. The sweat mixed with the tiny blood pouring out and stings where I cut and he whimpers. “Ugh it’s too early for such a scream, I’ve only just begun.” I make a lot more cuts around his body and each time the sweat touches it, he cries out. By now the cuts around his body were well over 30 and feeling the stings everywhere was driving him nuts.

The stress and pressure of digesting so much information at once caused him to sweat from every pore of his body. Creed's arms were twitching violently despite active chakra and considerable physical strength. The pressure was more cognitive rather than physical for him. Fortunately, he was so engrossed in the combat that he didn't care. However, soon, Rain's face turned red from shock when she saw Creed's eyes amidst the battle. "What the— Is that… blood?" "What?" Colt peeked at Creed and saw blood dripping from both his eyes and nose, "What's happening with your eyes?"

She felt a tear slide down her cheek. “I have… moments,” Rhett said softly. “Dark moments. Sometimes I have dreams… it’s weird. The way blood feels on your skin when it’s sprayed by someone dying is so different to drinking… I feel it in my dreams, and it makes me want to shower and scrub it off…” He drifted off, embarrassed by the revelation. Heath twisted and put his hand on Rhett’s thigh. “I know what you mean,” he said thickly. “And the smell when they die…”

The green glow from the bowl lifted in a mist, swirling around Kael’s body before sinking into his skin. And still, his body shuddered, fighting, breaking, clinging. The chamber shook with the force of Kael’s convulsions. His body arched again, higher, harder, his ribs trembling against skin that looked too fragile to contain the storm raging inside. A choked gasp ripped from Silas. His eyes went wide, and before anyone else saw it, he leaned in closer, his voice breaking. “He’s—he’s sweating blood.” And he was. Thin streams trickled from Kael’s pores like crimson beads, running down his temples, sliding into his hair. Each drop stained the sheet beneath him like the boy’s very life was seep

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.

Scarlette stared at the empty cliff where her friend stood, her heart pounding and cold sweat breaking out of her skin. It was rare for her body to go through perspiration as she is always cool inside. She only sweats when in an intense battle or when she suffers from horrific shock. She's only ever suffered from horrific shock a few times and this was one of them.

Impossible. I forced my hand away and closed my fingers into a fist to stop the bleeding. The cut was already sealing; it wasn’t deep. My focus wasn’t on my skin anyway. It was on her scent, on the way it shifted in the cold air. Human, yes. Soap. Ink. Coffee. A trace of fear-sweat. Under that, something else—faint, buried, like old ash under fresh snow. Pack-blood.

I didn’t think too much of it until I saw a gulp running down his throat and then he lowered his eyes as if he was hiding something from me. “I was sweating probably. I was very scared of everything so I started swe---,” his answer didn’t satisfy me so I rushed behind his back to see it for myself. He curved me and faced me again but I had enough time to see the tinted shirt. “Your sweat is red?” I asked, feeling my heart beating slowly as if it was dying in my chest.

Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have." "Don't you always do that? Hurt your wrist, until all the blood in your body comes out. But sadly it never worked," said Rena, making Pine flabbergasted "What...? What are they talking about!?" thought Pine. "Because it's not just about blood. Your whole body is a fact that you can't deny," continued Rena. #to be continued in Chapter 26.1 - We WIll Be Fine