How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood Novels & Stories

I knew it was so hard because I felt my knuckles breaking, but I felt better when I saw his bleeding nose. "How dare you slap me with your filthy hand." "You wench!" He slapped me again that made me lose my balance. I fell on the ground and the others laughed. I spit a little blood from my wounded lip. I glared at them. "Kill me, then. Try to kill me and let's see what will happen to you." Someone else wants to kill me himself. You are all doomed if that won't happen. I wish I can witness their suffering myself, though. Where is that bastard deity, anyway? I guess he's right. I would be meeting trouble often. Maybe he cursed me.

The blood of the meat sticks on her face, gladly she closes her eyes before the meat landed on her face, if not for sure there’s blood inside of her eyes. “Don’t you dare tell me that!” he shouted. She was about to speak but Blaez tightened his grip on her jaw. “Choose your words to say! You don’t know who I am and you don’t know what I’m capable of doing. I can kill you right away.” he threatened. “Go on!” Dawn still manages to shout those two words right in front of his face.

“Bring the clothes. Follow us.” “No, no, no!” I screamed. “Darren stop! Please! Stop dragging me like I’m some kind of rag! Please, I can’t, I feel so weak, I can’t even breathe, you’re killing me!” My words spilled out fast, messy, choking on tears, but he didn’t even blink. He just yanked harder like I was a doll he owned. And then I saw it. Blood. 🩸. My babies.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Or rather, I was fulfilling my own side of the bargain, to give the so-called ‘someone’ we despised so much a grand blowjob so as not to get killed? Just how would that make sense? She mirrored my position, sharing the same height at which I was. Her eyes traced the blood that ran down from the spot which I covered. She leaned forward to take my hand off the up left part of my chest, her eyes narrowing on the dark spot that was accentuated with my blood, “you're bleeding,” she grasped, saying, “Come on tell me what's wrong.” ‘Tell you what's wrong’ you said. If I do, you wouldn't still be able to stop fate. You wouldn't be able to stop him. He seems to have no one's permission to step into t

My house bleeding. I staggered outside, ignoring Damon’s shout. The rain poured harder, soaking me instantly. Cold water mixed with blood down my arm, my face. The storm howled, lightning splitting the sky. I tilted my head back, chest cracking open, and screamed. “FUUUUCK!” ***** The world wouldn’t stop spinning. I pressed my hand to my ribs, fingers slick with blood. Every breath was a knife carving through bone. “Sit the fuck down, Luca!” Damon barked, shoving me onto the leather chair in my office.

Damon takes a deep breath before talking again. Our steps grow slow behind Colton and Ryder who are having a serious discussion about pregnant frogs or something. “What worries me is the fact that you’ve been trying to hide the bleeding.” He finally says and I feel my heart beating faster in my chest. “And don’t tell me it’s just because you’re tired. You’re stronger than Colton, Ryder and I and we’re tired too. But I think you have too much power in you. More than you can contain and it’s taking a toll on you because you have been abusing it. Trying to take on everything by yourself. The first time you had a nose bleed, I was ready to brush it off because I didn’t want to take away your fre

I'm scared of losing him. "Say it again." His voice shakes. "Call me 'bro' one more time and see what happens." The blade digs deeper, blood welling around the edge. "I dare you.”

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

She gestures her blood-red colored pointing finger at my mother who looks guiltier and in pain but doesn’t seem surprised to hear about money. “Shouldn’t you two at least cry and hug each other, say sorry for the long lost times?” Athena continues while I’m still pressed against the wall tongue-tied. My body shakes, knees wobble, and unable to stand up longer. My throat chokes, unable to speak, to breathe as I try gasping for air. Tears stream down my face as I look at Athena and my mother in horror. This can’t be real. How did she find her? “Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!” I yell at the top of my lungs over and over again until exhaustion takes over. I find myself sitting on the floor an