Novel & Cerita How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood

I see his lip twitch and I delve deeper once more, pulling a dragging when I feel the tether connect. My whole body shakes and I feel drained, but his eyes open. His eyes have always been dark, but now his entire eye is blown completely black. He throws my hands off his chest and grips my neck with his massive hands, squeezing tightly. The sound of my blood rushing through my ears is drowned out by his deafening roar. “YOU DARE TO BLEED ME!” I shake, sweat dripping down my back. “Cal,” I begin, as he squeezes my throat tighter. “It’s me … Naomi,” I add, as I feel my magic thrash against his unrelenting grip.

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

She said in between sobs. "How dare you, you worthless bastard! How dare you raise your hand on my precious daughter!" He growled at me with a murderous expression. If looks could kill, I'd probably be decaying 6 feet under. "I.... I...d...di-" I tried defending myself, but my mind was swimming, and I couldn't be think straight. I sat in the fountain of my blood; the sticky dark red liquid that I spilled without caring all my life. Now it was my turn to be bleed; bleed my life out if she or her father refused to get me help. "C-crystal... P-p-please...help" I tried calling onto her, but she just laughed be and started walking away with her father. "Pray that you die, you son of a bitch, or e

Men do not put your blood where enemies can smell it by accident. Not men like him. The Phantom Blade is in my hand before I have finished the thought. The titanium needle, drawn from my hair, and the point of it is under Damian’s ribs, in the soft place below the sternum, angled up, where I would put it if I meant it, and in the cramped dark of the sphere nobody else has even seen me move. “Where did you get my blood,” I say. Very quietly. “And what else have you sold with it.”

The cuts oozed fresh blood from the ritual dagger I had used to complete the gruesome dare. "You didn't have to do it, you know that," Serene said, her voice laced with disapproval. She smeared disinfectant cream roughly onto my wounds as she shook her head in dismay, clearly still unable to believe I had gone through with the dare, hurting myself in the process.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

Maya’s eyes softened with fierce affection as she looked down at her. "I'm not going anywhere, Elena. I'm doing this so we both survive." With renewed determination, Maya turned back to the mahogany desk, pressing her thumb firmly onto the silver blade, slicing her skin to draw blood. A thin, dark line of crimson appeared, and she carefully let a drop fall over the hollow geometric rune on the Florentine Covenants sketch. The blood hit the parchment forcefully, causing it to reject it. The silver lines flared with a blinding violet glow.

I felt a bit of burden lighten from my chest when I saw him bleeding but then, it wouldn't stop Alantino to make me pay. Alantino's expressions changed and he was looking much more dangerous now. He made me turn to him and slapped me on my left cheek that I fell on the ground tears never leaving my eyes. I looked back at him and his face was hard, without any expression. The man got up and felt the blood from dripping from his head then gave me death glare as if he got the chance, he won't spare me. Alantino turned to him and said, "She is all yours tonight, Sandro. I would prefer you to take her to one of the booths, I don't think we need privacy for her anymore. Do whatever you want. I don

He clawed at the scroll, tearing it to shreds, like destroying the paper would undo the truth. "Why impossible?" I watched him drown. Then I crushed the last bubble of hope he had left. "You locked your own daughter in a hospital bed to save another man's bastard. You forced me to sign a Blood Pact that would've killed her." "Liam Blackwood. You're really something." "AAAAHHHH!" The scream that tore out of him wasn't human anymore. It was raw, animal— soaked in regret and madness. His body began to convulse. Bones cracked. Snapped. Reformed.

"I will strip you of EVERYTHING! I will make you bleed, I will make you crawl, and I swear on Sky’s grave… I will make you beg for death before I grant it!" The rage didn’t just burn in him—it consumed him.