Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man

“She’s a rich heiress. Her husband just passed, and she abandons her mother-in-law? That’s cold.” “Look at her—she must’ve been treated terribly to be so skinny.” “Lincoln Enterprise can’t afford to care for one old woman? This is disgusting.” “We all have parents. We won’t let these tycoons bully people!” “That’s right. Make them answer for this! If you can’t take care of her yourself, at least pay someone else to do it!” Their shouting gave me a headache. Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow.

The storage room was dark. The hallway light poured in from behind Derrick, illuminating a large stain of dark red across the floor. It stretched from the doorway where he stood all the way to the corner of the room. I was slumped against the wall with my head tilted slightly to one side. A dried wound cut across my temple. The area around it had swollen into a massive purple bruise, so swollen that one of my eyes was nearly unrecognizable. Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears.

An icy block clogged his throat as they drew close, a withered finger, barbed with a lethal talon pressing through the thin curtain, only to draw back swiftly, unable or unwilling to go further. "One of us will be dead before the next dawn," a voice rasped. "It's angry again. Ain't gonna be pleasant the next few 'ours." Lloyd looked across to the speaker, a tall, bent man who hobbled rather than walked, an effect of rickets and scurvy. "Wh-?" The man glanced his way and Lloyd's words dissolved. He had no eyes. Just empty sockets where they once had been. "Be nice if it were you," the man's lips curved into a dry smile. "But it ain't, can already tell that. Too new, you are. One day, so you w

He looked back to see as if someone is coming as he couldn't see anyone but luck wasn't at his side as he collided with someone causing him to fall back on the ground as that person's rock like chest was enough to do it. "P-please." He crawled back as he joined his hands to beg them to have mercy but that old creatures didn't even know about mercy so how could they do that? "You run so fast man. You should participate in marathon." One of them spoke up with mockery in his voice. " But you know what? We didn't like to run so we had to stop you like this." Other one came forward with a smirk on his face. "L-leave me. I-I beg you." He started crying in full flow ignoring the fact that he was a

He doesn't desire his blood sister dead does he? He need share his blood and rescue my life. "Are you nuts?" "Are you f**king abandoning me?" "I f**king need your blood" I scream at him. He again halt. He turn smiling to me. I heave loudly. He's certain to share his damn blood. He bite his palm and let his blood drip into the champagne glass. The bite heals. He admire his blood. It's colour, texture and abilities. He smirk. "This?" "You're never getting it" he smash it and exit

“Please, this is a place that should be kept as clean as possible, please go change, if I can smell you from here, it's not a good sign.” I didn't care if they would be offended, I approached the bed, looking at the chart, Perseus Heroux, male, 32 years old, light brown hair, curly and short, body not very muscular, but certainly from someone who usually trains, he seems to emit some aura of authority, even though he was unconscious, maybe it was the scars. I was in difficult conditions because I was not able to filter the toxins in the blood, since I have the Bombay type, that is, false O, I arched my eyebrow again, after all, that was my blood type.

He only became calm in her presence again. "Your majesty... She's fine. She... She passed out due to tiredness and stress, perhaps a little lack of blood." The man reported, careful with every word. He didn't want his head separated from his body. "Uh... Your majesty... You could feed her with a little of your blood, it will help her get better faster." Raziel shook his head. "No. There is poison in my blood."

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

"How's Garret?" "He'll die without a transfusion." "Universal. Blood for everyone," moans the man Labyrinth dropped. Axel's head snaps up. "You have O negative blood?" "Blood, blood, more blood," the man coughs, his voice gruff like he hasn't spoken in a long time. The weird smile on his face is downright scary. Labyrinth lifts the prisoner, moving him closer to Garret. His arm is bent at an odd angle, and he groans when jostled.

Jenny watched as the birdman avoided entering the cave and transformed into human form. "Yes, that's correct." Minee stood in the corner, holding a wooden barrel filled with warm water and her head covered in cold sweat. Birdman didn't dare to speak to Jenny at all. This human probably didn't realize how dangerous she was by marrying a wolf. Did she not realize that every time she said one more sentence to Minee, the wolf's face beside her would become even more terrifying?