Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho Mga Nobela at Kwento

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

Acid sweat floods my skin while vomit surges up my throat. Before I can catch a single breath, she SNAPS my other shin with a sickening POP-CRUNCH, bone fragments grinding against each other as she molds it into the same nightmarish angle. Suspended in her magical grip, I can’t even curl into myself as waves of blinding agony pulse through me. KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME pounds through my skull as tears stream down my face, snot and saliva mixing with blood from my bitten tongue. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."

Emily burst into tears. "I bought that bag of powder from the pharmacy. The employees told me that athletes consume that powder to boost their performance. So, I bought it for Julie to help with her competition." She proceeded to punish herself. "It was all my fault. I had no idea that it was a banned substance. Curse at me or hit me if you want. I'm so useless—I couldn't even do one thing right." With that, she successfully earned Elijah's sympathy. He pulled her into a hug.

Something hot. Tears.

I wonder why I didn't pick up his scent when I first entered the library. From his appearance he looked like he meant business. He seems like he's seen better days though. His clothes were torn in quite a few places, his shirt being the worst ripped open, revealing pale white skin underneath with his six pack torso, his chest was covered in bites and scratches. His brown hazel hair was matted with dark blackish red blood and leaves. He has a holster carrying two Katonah swords, slinged over his shoulder and back, with a medium size silver plated hunting knife tucked in his left boot.

At this moment, Heavenly Herd's eyes were full of despair. He made a sound of "hmm" desperately in his throat. Large drops of tears welled up in his eyes. But Elder didn't even look at him and flicked his fingers twice. Bang! Bang! Bang! Heavenly Herd's arms exploded into a bloody mist. In the horrible wound, the broken bones could be seen clearly. More blood spurted out of his wound. The sharp pain made Heavenly Herd want to scream, but at this moment, he couldn't open his mouth. The roar was forcibly suppressed in his throat, which made his throat become thicker and his blood vessels struggle under the skin, like a thick and long earthworm wriggling.

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

I can't breathe. My eyes rolled back, vision going white at the edges. Tears spilled freely, mixing with sweat and spit. Thick strands of saliva-blended with his leaking precum-dripped from the corners of my mouth, trailing down my strained neck and soaking my bare, heaving chest. I could feel the sticky warmth sliding down my skin, leaving shimmering wet paths across my breasts. "Look at you, my poor little thing." His voice was rough, dark, and disturbingly fond. "Tears, drool, your chest covered in my scent... Fuck, you're beautiful."