Novel & Cerita Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho

Suddenly, the drunk man’s eyes get bigger as it was being shocked and slowly falling on the ground, and the blood from his stomach starting to flow out. The drunk man falls on the muddy ground and the fresh blood flowed mix in the water flows coming from the raindrops that washed out the blood. I look the old beggar and were both stare each other’s eye. I look him as I was inquisitive of what I just saw. But then before I ask him anything, he walked and leave me without anything happen.

"DAMN IT!" Hayden approached the lifeless body sprawled on the cold ground, while Miracle stood silently nearby, consumed by an overwhelming sense of defeat unlike anything she had felt before. A wave of guilt washed over her as her gaze fell upon the horrific wound carved into his chest—flesh torn open, ribcage dislocated—tightening her heart with a suffocating weight. Crouching, she outstretched her trembling hand to the boy. "What are we going to do about this, Hayden?" She struggled to choke back tears. "I-Is he going to be all right?"

She woke up and heard someone near her crying softly. Almost like they were trying not to cry. Her mind was hazy and she tried to think of what had happened. Where was she? Why was she here? Who is crying? " Please....Please don't hate me." Came a very soft gentle voice. Then it was gone and so was the crying. The whole room was now silent.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

You know how people feel when they listen to the song "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves? Completely light, happy, and free. Those were the exact emotions "The Place" brought out of me. Just pure relief. There was a calmness settling into my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. The kind that made my shoulders drop and my thoughts slow down. Twice in a row I found myself being woken up early and actually feeling excited for it. Ready for a new day. No heavy sense of dread, no mental checklist of problems waiting for me. Just the quiet anticipation of whatever the day might hold.

I muttered slowly and for the first time in a long time tears drip from my eyes and fell right on my cheeks "You know I hate to see your tears," He said and shifted closer and slowly, he brought his warm hand to my cheeks wiping my tears away Slowly his face leaned closer, our hot breath fanned each other, his sweet intoxicating scent engulfed me And right at that moment, I forgot every of my problems, I bit my lower lips and closed my eyes waiting for his sumptuous lips to cover my aching lips I was caught off guard when his tongue landed on my cheeks, I was shocked but only for a moment, I closed my eyes and circled my hand around his neck, I pulled him closer, and slowly he begins to lick

What’s the point? The wet crack of another egg against my back makes me flinch. The sound is sharp—like bones snapping. I taste grit. Sand on my tongue. Something sour, thick, sliding past my lips. My ears ring from the chaos, from the laughter, from my own breath hitching in my chest. It’s too loud, too close—like I’m underwater, like I’m not even here. I crouch. Arms over my head. Curling myself around the lunchbox like it’s the only part of me worth protecting. My tears fall in silence. My voice no longer pleads. It’s broken.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

My eyes stay open, staring into his eyes as betel the head push deep into my throat that I gagged, my eyes watering instantly. I didn’t pull back instead I kept my eyes on his and he watched as the tears fell down my ears. “Beautiful”, he whispered, wiping a year with his finger “So fucking beautiful”, he said, pushing deeper and I opened up more, relaxin my throat until i couldn’t breathe. He seemed to notice my discomfort as he suddenly released his hands muttering “Breathe “ and I pulled back, wheezing as I coughed. My face was wet with both tears and saliva and I knew I was a mess already

Eliz whined to me. I can't help seeing Delon with his body covered in blood, and his shoulder has been torn off as well as the scratch marks on his arm. "Hey, hey Delon. Do you hear me? Stay awake, okay. I will save you "I said. Tears have flowed down my body. When I was about to lift Delon's body. Suddenly Delon coughed, and blood came out of Delon's mouth. "Cough, huk, I, I'm not strong anymore", said Delon complaining. I shook my head "no, you'll be fine, okay, hold on. Please, "I said.