Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

She burst into tears and started to cry loudly. “You let a slut suck your dick.” “Oh my God, don't start.” He replied and bent down, she placed her right hand on his head and her left hand on his shoulder. He took off her heels for her and stood back up. “I sucked that same dick Draven.” She cried. “Ugh.” Draven rolled his eyes and pulled her gently under the shower. “Did she do it better than me?” She cried and Draven noticed her eyes were starting to get swollen and red. She is crying too much.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head. “Stop it. Please stop it” I pleaded. Even with my eyes closed I could feel some tears forming behind the lids. A hand collided with the side of my face, forcing my forehead to bang against the steel bar that was holding it down. I opened my eyes again and the tears fell. He laughed. He sounded both happy and really creepy. “Are those tears?” he chuckled and wiped his finger over the wet streak on my cheek, “No!” I screamed,

Blood. The warrior shrieked as the first few droplets of my blood tears landed on his face. It rolled down to enter his ears. His rotting wounds started closing up. The black veins on his body that were no longer intertwined, started fading out. His dull, pale skin filled up with colour.

His voice came out more weak and broken. He fell hard to the floor. His knees hit the carpet with a dull, heavy thud. Sweat poured down of him his face like rain. His breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. He looked up at me with hurt, wet eyes. Eyes that once saw me as family. Tears mixed with the sweat on his cheeks. My chest filled with cruel pleasure.

Blood slid down my temple, darkening the carpet. Rosalind stood backlit in the doorway, the love bite on her collarbone burning my eyes like a branded mark of shame.

Please, give Christian his wife back. Picking a sweat pair I got into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror, my whole body was a canvas of red and blue. My eyes puffed up, and the corners burned from wiping the tears continuously, yet more demanded to spill as my heart felt the constant pain like it's been brutally torn apart.

Deborah's POV Tears were streaming freely down my face now, hot trails of salt water that burned against my skin as they fell. I could taste them at the corners of my mouth, bitter and metallic like blood or fear or both mixed together. My vision blurred with the moisture, making the harsh light from the overhead bulb seem to shimmer and dance in front of me like something underwater.

Noah cutely wiped at his eyes with his cute little paws, feigning tears, “Even if I gave birth this very instant, I’d still have to do this shitty paperwork for 18 years!! Dear broooother!! Come back!!” ○|￣|_

I grabbed my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and scrolled through my playlist. A song started playing. Loud. I gripped the wheel, forcing my voice to be steady as I sang along, my lips moving on instinct. But then… My vision blurred. A hot tear slid down my cheek. I blinked rapidly, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming. I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, wiping my face harshly. But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell.