Coma Novels & Stories

Her smile tearing into him as she pulled her tongue out to wrap the black shaft. "No, please... Please stop..." he whimpered. He curled into himself, trying to find solace. Not concerned about the continuous bleeding from his body as he conveniently came in contact with the glass debris, he continuously danced in it. He danced and swirled in the mixture of blood and broken glasses until he passed out. His eyes suddenly went open. His hazel eyes turned totally dark. Darkness maybe. His tears sucked in and his fist tightened against the piece of glass which began cutting deep into him.

I pulled out the flower pot containing the white rose and my breath hitched in my throat. "Kamara, what is a white rose doing under your bed?" I heard Chris ask but I ignored him. The rose. It's alive and the scent was irresistibly sweet. I put my nose closer to it, soaking up the scent like my life depended on it. The next sentence that crossed my mind made me think of how unbelievable this was. The rose is alive but was dying yesterday afternoon. How?. When did this ability come true?. It was bizarre. I had tried it just to confirm that my dreams weren't true but after seeing the rose bigger and the petals brighter than any I had ever seen before, saying I was blown away was too simple. I

"I'm more than glad to know that. I want to keep you for myself but I don't want to be greedy. It would be such a waste if the world will not know how great you are." I can't help but blush from his compliment. I just hope that it won't be shown much on the video. "Thank you for your compliment. I was researching about you, and I found out that you founded a charity for children with cancer. Can you share more about it?" Noah's playful aura change to a serious one. I was a bit nervous because of his sudden reaction. I feel like there is a story behind it. I just hope that he will not be mad at me.

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"And are you aware that your Isis gene has been activated?" "My Isis gene?" Camille frowned and shook her head. "That must be a mistake. I don't have the gene." "I'm afraid it's no mistake. The likeliness is that you have been in contact with a Draygonian that has the correct pheromone signature to wake it up." The medic explained. "I will be honest, none of these would explain the bleeding. The stress and infection could be behind the headaches. It could even explain the bloody nose but the blood from the eyes is a bit of a mystery and linked to an underlying condition. The good thing is that it can also be a one off thing. Still, I suggest you have an Optical coherence tomography test done

“Look at the lens.” The woman tried to pull away, her poise fracturing. “Zander, please, you’re making a scene—” “Look at the eyes!” Zander roared, turning her head toward the projectors. “Isabella Vance had a coloboma in her left eye—a keyhole pupil. A genetic marker no surgery can replicate without blinding the patient.”

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Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

I was leaning forward to look at the screen more closely, and Eli was standing close enough to point at specific details. The proximity was making it impossible to concentrate. "Here," he said, placing his hand on the counter next to mine. "This moment. Right before the patient's expression shifts. If we adjust the color temperature here..." His hand was close. Close enough that if I'd shifted even slightly, we would have been touching. I didn't shift. I couldn't shift. Because shifting would mean acknowledging the physical pull I was feeling, and acknowledging that would mean admitting that I wanted him, and admitting that would mean being vulnerable again after he'd just established bounda

Before my next class I head to the bathroom to calm myself down a bit, im not sure why but my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest, as I was leaving the classroom all I wanted to do was run back to luke and never leave him, I swear im going insane. Once I have splashed water on my face and calmed down a bit I look at the time "great, now im late", so I rush out of the bathroom and head to maths, the class is already there when I rush in and everyone laughs but I don't care "you're late!!!" Mr Fisher snaps "sorry sir I was in the bathroom", I stumble through a quick apology before he replies "I don't care, now find your se