Day Bleeds Novels & Stories

“This is perfect.” Nolan begins to take off his shirt. “Seriously, Nolan. Do you really need to be shirtless for this?” “I happen to sweat profusely. And my shirt will greatly affect the aerodynamics of my moves.” “Don´t do that.” “Shall we begin then?” “Are you ready to bleed?” “For you, I always am.” Nolan smiles at me mischievously. He pulls out a staff from a weapons rack. “I hope you don´t mind. Since I am at a disadvantage.”

I mumbled unconsciously, tears were rolling down my cheeks. A piercing pain erupted through my abdomen which caused me to scream loudly, my sound would have reached Blake. Whenever I have this pain, Blake gives me a drink which would ease my pain, and control nausea in no time. But today… "Why are you bleeding?" Fed froze on his spot where I stumbled on the floor clutching my painful abdomen. *

Dr Jules pipes up, "Lizzie has come through the operation luckily, but lost a lot of blood, and has been put into a drug induced coma to help with that. My main concern is why she bled out.." I swallow; she's alive! Oh thank god. Coma.. I can deal with that as long as she comes back to me. "Why did she bleed out?" Dean asks huskily. I've lost the use of my voice. "Did either of you know that Lizzie had Thrombocytopenia- a reduced blood platelet count.. This is what caused her to bleed out?" I stand in shock, what the hell?

“D-do you want some water?” Sage nods. “Yeah, that will be nice, thank you.” Bloom nods, and she doesn’t look at him even for a second as she hurries to leave the bedroom and returns a minute later with a glass of water, extending it towards Sage with trembling hands. Sage looks at her weirdly as he takes the glass. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I’m fine. I—I think I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Bloom replies with a laugh and holds her hands behind her.

"He has a daughter. Diagnosed with leukemia last year. Expensive treatments. Ethan paid for them." I looked at the file. "You sure you want to start there?" Damien asked. I nodded. He didn’t smile. But he didn’t stop me. The burn had begun. Not a blaze. Not yet. Just a flicker. But oh, how it would spread.

straight at her. It was Alpha Carlson. He looked troubled, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within him. "Seraphine," he called. "What are you doing out here today?" She let out a slight smile, "We are meeting here too often now, don't you think?" She said. "We better not make it a habit," Carlson replied, laughing slightly. "I needed to clear my head again," she said. "I've made my decision. Soraya didn't take it well." Carlson nodded almost like he had expected it. He didn't seem surprised. "You know this won't end here. Soraya won't let you go easily." "I know," Seraphine sighed. "But I can't do what she is asking. I have to find another way." She continued. Before Carlson could respond, a

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

"You won't do it." Challenge accepted. I didn’t blink. My fingers, bunched in the soft fabric of my dress, held the hem just above the knees. It was an absurd, desperate gambit, born from the humiliating ache in my bladder and the absolute certainty that dignity was already a casualty here. “I'm serious Doc. I'll do it right here. Right now." I shifted my weight subtly, widening my stance. The pressure in my bladder was real enough, a throbbing, urgent ache born of adrenaline and fear. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his face. His canines looked longer, a predatory glint in the dim light.

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal