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

“Beg all you want.” I stood there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temples... I tasted salt on the tip of my tongue as blood spilled from my cracked lips. I wanted to scream, to break something... to claw at his face until he bled the way I had!

We danced for a bit, but I couldn't push away the incident that happened at home from my mind, so I left Janet on the dance floor and went to find something to eat. Heading towards the food table, I bumped into someone. "I am sorry," I apologised but became scared when I saw who it was. It was Nickson, the son of the Blood packs Delta. I became really scared because the guy was a wicked and arrogant boy. "Are you blind, moon girl?" he asked me after seeing my Moon badge, and I couldn't respond. We were not allowed to talk back to Blood members. We were not allowed to defend ourselves when they attacked us, and we were not allowed to look into their eyes. I kept my face trained to the ground

Gutting. There's no answer in sight As his soul is stripped bare. Those blips of consciousness Catch me completely unaware. A wind through the weeds... And we all bleed. Tears stung my eyes as she hit a crescendo, let the note hang, stilling her fingers. A pain no one sees. To home, I will lead. And we all bleed. Oh, how I bleed.

I refuse to die here. Gritting my teeth, I summon the last of my power. Blood magic. Forbidden, deadly. But I do not hesitate. With a guttural snarl, I tear open my palm, smearing my blood upon the air itself. A portal, unstable, vile, rips open before me.

“That’s what makes us different. You’re a monster. No one respects you, they never will. They already know what you are. A beast.” His spit struck my cheek, red streaking across my skin and sliding down into my white shirt. The sight thrilled me. Blood was always my favorite color. “For that,” I whispered, drawing a blade from my pocket, running it against my nail with deliberate slowness, “I’ll make your death so agonizing you’ll beg for it. I’ll break you, Adonai. I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

He’ll open his eyes and he’ll suck me dry. I lose all ability to think clearly. Screaming like an enraged banshee, I yank the stake out of his back. Again and again, I plunge the piece of wood into him, not caring about the flood of blood soaking into my clothes, not caring about the consequences, I just want to hurt him. “Shit. Simone!” someone says loudly.

Things would have been different if you would have tell me that you don't remember your collage days. He clutched on the glass and broke it into pieces. He was not in his right senses. He took the piece of glass and started carving on his arm. 'I can't imagine myself without you... I never stopped loving you. It was just a blind anger. I am sorry... Please come back. You can't leave me like this. You were the only one for me and no one can take your place in my heart...' He carved her name and drenched himself in his own blood.

"The fuck?" It was a scene that wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie. Blood coated the left side of the light-colored sheets. Wet and bright red blood. Not by my own doing. I would definitely remember if I'd made her bleed that much the previous night. "Adreana!" ◆

"The floor is yours," "Did you just try to make a joke?" Apollo teased. Lir's expression remained blank as he stared him down, but I saw a hint of amusement in his obsidian eyes before he concealed it again. My mood was sombre as I stepped forward, gripping the silver blade from my desk in my hand. "Here goes nothing," I said as I flicked open the blade and sliced open my palm. I hissed as blood pooled in the centre of my hand. I held my hand over the marking and let the blood fall to the floor. It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings.

Purple and ugly, painting across her skin like fingerprints I want to break. My blood boils. My jaw clenches. “Who the fuck did that to you?”