Bloodborne Submit Your Life Or Refuse Novels & Stories

Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched. According to the system, the transfer wasn't just one-way. It could also be reversed. The key was public opinion. The system fed on the emotions of the people around us. Whoever stirred up more public discussion and stronger emotions could transfer the injuries onto the other person. That was why I immediately started spreading rumors throughout the village after learning the truth. Since Derek had caused my miserable death in my previous life, I wasn't going to show any mercy this time around. Sure enough, after I deliberately spread those scandalous rumors, public opinion gradually shifted in my favor. In the end, Derek couldn't

Making refusing possible. "I'm Aurora." I gasp. "Not the Absolute. Not everything. Not relief. Just me. Just dying. Just ending. I'm Aurora. I choose Aurora. I stay Aurora. I refuse you. I refuse erasure. I refuse everything. I choose ending. I choose death. I choose me." The Absolute screams. Frustrated. Defeated. Denied. "You're choosing pain! Choosing suffering! Choosing death! When I offer relief! Offer forever! Offer everything! You're choosing wrong!"

They’d dressed their ambition in calm words, but blood is honest, it stains the hands that reach for it. “Are you saying if you’re given a chance at eternity, you’ll reject it?” Arielle asked. The way she pressed it made the question sound almost reasonable, an experiment posed in a lecture hall. “Oh, save me the grandeur of immortality,” I snapped. “What’s the price? Feeding on innocent people’s blood? You’ll parade it as survival, as necessity, but it’s slaughter. You want to be wolves and call them human prey.” I spat the words which were bitter but true.

Whose blood? My blood? Someone else's? I clenched my jaw, refusing to show hesitation or weakness. Lucas gestured toward a black bowl on the podium. Inside was a small white cloth with the Iron Vibe’s emblem, a coiled viper. “Hope you are not squeamish,” Lucas joked, and I resisted the urge to glare at him. “You must mark yourself and let the blood fall on the crest,” he continued with his serious voice. “It's a show of commitment and sacrifice and being bonded by blood. We are your brothers now.”

"Ms. White, are we really drawing all the blood to be donated to the children from Mr. Hawkins? His condition doesn't look good. His life will be in danger if I continue to draw blood…" Nicole did not care that my life would be in danger. She interrupted impatiently, "He didn't care that Simon's life would be in danger when he asked Simon to donate bone marrow to him." I lay on the bed, pale and weak. I stared at the illuminating screen of the doctor's mobile phone and said, "Nicole, I will die." I was holding on to the last straw of hope. I thought she would change her mind. However, she did not. She just sneered, "It's best if you die."

Daniella handed a vial of her blood infected with the HIV virus to Naomi. "This is my blood with the HIV virus. Find a way to put it in the children's drinks. If I have to die, I want to drag those kids down with me!" Daniella ordered.

I picked a gap between two thick directives and drove the pen into it like I was slotting a new line on a page. The code there rippled under the impact. Text bled outward from the pen’s tip, black at first, then flaring into a muted, stubborn white. CONSENT, I wrote. A new function, jammed between PROCESS_REGRET and ENSURE_THROUGHPUT. Under it: IF SUBJECT_DECLINES_PARTICIPATION → RELEASE. No more kidnapping people whose only crime was dying badly. “YOU WILL… DOOM THEM,” the Admin snarled. “WITHOUT ENFORCED PROCESSING, SUBJECTS WILL REFUSE. REGRET WILL ACCUMULATE.”

The way she fought me so hard back then… That was just her trying to save me from getting hurt. "I'm mad at you for not seeing your own worth, for forcing this marriage with that piece of shit, Calvin. And now, look at you..." Her long, heavy sigh weighed down the whole hospital room. "Jan, you still have a chance if we can find a donor match. Don't give up on yourself, okay?" She swallowed her own sadness, pushing me to keep fighting. I shook my head. "It's too late." Everything was too late. I knew exactly how bad things had gotten. The second Calvin kicked me. I felt something inside me twist and rip apart. At this point, not even a miracle could save me.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin