Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho Novels & Stories

the crying, the shaking, the way I had completely broken down in his arms. God. I actually cried on him. I let out a small, strangled sound, dragging a hand over my face. “I just cried on your favorite hoodie,” I muttered, half in disbelief. “Like… fully cried. There’s definitely tear stains. And..” I paused, mortified. “....drool. Oh my God!” For a second, something softened in Noah’s expression. “Then you’re definitely washing it,” he said quietly. A weak breath escaped me ,a soft laugh, but not long enough

His passionate, unhinged outburst echoed off the ancient stone, carrying the full, roaring weight of a centuries-old predator completely brought to his knees by love. Kiarra froze against his chest, her breath catching sharply. As she looked up into his fierce, unraveled face, the brilliant gold flecks in her earthy brown eyes flared like miniature suns, and a sudden, beautiful rush of hot tears spilled over her eyelashes, tracing paths down her freckled cheeks. The tears weren't born of fear; they were born of a profound, overwhelming awe. The quiet, fearless clarity that usually defined the hearth witch completely broke, leaving her just as raw and beautifully honest as the warlord pinning

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

The deer gnawed its left leg and HiVi used his hands to take drops of its blood, spreading it wide covering his thighs and hole, to wipe some on the sheets underneath him. Then ripped a small part from the blanket, to stop the bleeding of the Deer's leg and then release it from domination. Too much uses of his pheromones, makes him dry and dizzy, seeing the mess, of blood around him, add the blood he vomited makes all the effort worth it, hugging his stomach. Hungry and tired, HiVi passed out, half unconscious. --- After a steamy hot session, the two went back to the cabin, and got overwhelm upon opening the door, to see HiVi bathing in blood.

He had a tattoo of a heart above his right shoulder blade. "I got here as fast as I could. It's great to see you at this party, Cara." He smiled at me as he spoke. I don't know why but I feel like my cheeks are heating up right now. Probably because of the alcohol I drank, right? "It's so nice of you to come," I said as I bowed politely. "Zelos," I added coldly afterwards. Then I turned my face away and walked away from the handsome man. I didn't like being around Zelos, even though he was very handsome!

I wiped it, but my fingers came back gold. Not tears. Just blood. My ichor. I didn't have tears left anyway.

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

When I thought about the miserable endings of the people who had crossed me before, my whole body started shaking. Roger Kirk, my brother, noticed and sneered, "You think trash like you can fight me for Mom and Dad's money?" Hearing that made me shake even harder. I remembered someone once casually calling me a leech. For that, my foster brother, Ollie Fuller, cut off his arms and legs, sliced out his tongue, and dumped him into a container full of leeches. Millions of leeches sucked him dry until he became like a dry corpse.

Do I have to get my tears on his would for him to come back to life? Even thinking about it sounds ridiculous, but it’s worth a chance. After all, he can’t be any more dead than he already is. I grab hold of the knife and yank it out. It feels so gross sliding out, but the sound it makes, a wet, squishing sound, is even worse. It’s not hard for me to continue to cry. I just lean down close to his wound and let my tears roll onto his broken, bleeding flesh. The blood is only leaking out slowly now, and I imagine that’s probably because my brother’s heart is either no longer beating at all or the beats are so shallow, they aren’t doing anything to move the blood through his veins.