How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood の小説・ストーリー

"Every second of it. Standing in that hall. Making them watch you offer your blood like some kind of," "I was trying to save lives." My voice came out harder than I intended. "Which is more than anyone else in that hall was doing." "You were performing." His eyes didn't move from mine. "You knew exactly what it looked like. The Luna. Bleeding for the pack. Very moving." The fury hit me so fast it almost came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Performing. After the dungeon floor. After the cold. After pressing a blade to my own wrists in the dark because it was the only way,

"All you had to do was accept what happened, you didn't have to destroy him." "That's how I accepted it," I crossed my arms. "You know, they say that fear makes blood tastier. Your kids blood proved it." Mirage me licked her claws, the faint images of my kids behind her. "NO!! I'd NEVER hurt my family!!" "Then what's this?" She motioned behind her. "Lies!" I growled. "You're a blood crazed demoness and you can barely satiate it." "STOP IT!!" I covered my ears.

I always felt so sorry for them and always just wanted to hug them. Never would I imagine I would be them. Wanting to be hugged. God, I can't even imagine someone touching me right now. I try getting up from the bed but my legs hurt so much. So does it. I walk over, more like limp, to my clothes on the floor. Then I feel something going down my leg. I look down and see red. Blood. He made me.. bleed. Sobs escape from my lips. I fall to the ground as I choke on my sobs.

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?" "Are you just going to sit back and let this slide? I'm not okay with that." "I won't let it slide." I would not do anything reckless, but I would not let Ethan get off easy either. I wanted him to remember my name for the rest of his life. I wanted it etched into his heart, burned into his skin, a mark so deep that it could never be erased even if he scraped off his flesh. "Don't hurt her." The voice on the other end paused in surprise. "What?"

With each day, my life became more joyful. Just when I believed I had broken free and left behind the past, life took another turn. By chance, I saw Noelle’s public apology on TV. On screen, Noelle looked gaunt, her eyes painted with weariness and regret. She wore a sophisticated dress. Noelle’s glow was long gone, replaced by years of weary exhaustion. She made a lengthy statement in front of the press. “I know I made a mistake, Gab. I have hurt you and your mother. “I take full responsibility for what I said and did to you.

The only sounds in the room were the slow drip of her blood onto the floor and her racing heart. The tangy smell of her fear became consuming. "Easy. I have no desire to hand you over to your family." "Why?" She rasped. His answering smile was breathtaking. "Because I want you for myself." Her soft snort reverberated off the fractured windows.

He’s hunting me. “Now,” he murmurs, with venom dripping from his lips, “let’s see if you can bleed for me.” I wipe the tears off my face. My hands shake. My ribs ache with the effort of holding myself together. And I look him dead in the eyes. “No.” My voice is low. “You’re going to bleed for me.” Dax’s grin widens, stretching too far, too wrong. He lunges, and the battle begins.

Without taking off the apron I have on, I rush out of the house. I get to my best friend's grave and just stare down at it. After a while of staring and having nothing to say, a soft word broke out of my lips, “I can't…” with which I turned around to leave. 🦪 🦪DORA 🦪 My lips bled, my eyes puffy and swollen, I can barely see myself, the man on me pounds on me angrily and bitterly, and I'm finally understanding what wickedness I got myself into.

because it sold better. The revenge in my heart turned into a cold, hard diamond. I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being the "Subject" or the "Character." "If there are no pens," I hissed, "I'll use my own blood." I didn't wait. I bit my own finger until it bled. But it wasn't blood that came out. It was that glowing purple liquid the mix of the Alpha’s power and my love. It was the purest ink in the library.

So I've got some mischief…In my blood…Can you blame me…I never got no love…“ She turned towards the camera with a playful pout and a face fully covered in blood. She slashed her bald backwards as someone came up to attack from behind. The music continued to play as she returned to killing and singing ”They think I'm callous….A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a sch