How Dare You Make Me Bleed My Own Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Stop being dramatic.” “I am being anatomical,” he protested. “I like my blood inside my body.” I grabbed the knife from Blaze. Caleb’s eyes widened. “Kara—!” I turned the blade in my own hand. “You trust me?” Blaze nodded without hesitation. I raised the knife and cut my palm. Pain lanced but I hissed through my teeth. Blood pooled in my hand as i let it drip and the sand absorbed it but nothing happened ye Sheila cursed. Caleb groaned.

Can barely breathe. "Because I didn't want to scare you," she continues. "I wanted you to trust me. To love me. To come here willingly." Her eyes meet mine, and I see genuine sadness there beneath the terrible power. "But you've ruined that now. So let me show you exactly what the First Blood can do." She releases my throat and shoves me backward. I fly through the air—actually fly—and slam into the stone floor so hard stars explode across my vision. "Yara!" Ares roars, charging again.

Lira (POV) I dream in blood. Not memories. Not visions. Just moments—ripped raw from the marrow and threaded together with barbed wire. Draven’s breath in my ear, hot and smug. The slick sound of flesh tearing. My own voice—hoarse, guttural—begging not for mercy but for clarity. Tell me why. Tell me what I did to deserve this.

As I considered the fact that I had been drugged, I found myself growing angrier and angrier until I couldn’t stand back and listen any longer. "....Blood of the child’s mother..." The words drifted towards me, spurring me to move, pushing open the door and taking in the large scene where everyone was gathered. "Take it." I snapped, drawing everyone’s attention to me. "You need my blood?" I continued, stopping in front of an odd man I had never seen before. "Take it." Before he could respond, I extended a claw and placed it against my arm. I dug it deep into my skin and yanked, creating a deep cut that began to openly bleed onto the table in front of Edward.

He dragged a shaky breath, rage tightening every muscle in his face. “You wanna hate me? Fine. Spit it in my face, scream it till your throat bleeds. I’ll take it. But don’t...” he jabbed a finger at me, “Don’t you ever fucking look me in the eye and call me that. Don’t you fucking dare.” My eyes flicked to the bed and the second I did, I saw that ugly, crimson smear on the sheets and it hit me all over again. I had bled. I had bled for him.

I can still taste her blood. And joy fills my heart knowing I made her bleed. “What the fuck are you doing?” A cold voice demanded.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

"Jeff, what are you playing at? After tonight, your reputation in the elite circles of this city will be completely ruined. If you don't want to be thrown out, kneel and be my dog! I'm feeling generous—I might even toss you a few scraps." I shook my phone slightly. "The one whose reputation gets ruined might not be me. Everyone's watching." The moment Shane saw that I was livestreaming, he lunged at me, baring his teeth as he tried to snatch my phone. As I stepped back again and again, he realized what I was about to do and panicked. "Don't move!" My adoptive parents also grew anxious, staring at me tightly. "J-Jeff, calm down." If I fell from here, none of them would get away unscathed.

No one cared about my baby. I begged Clara through my tears, “Let me call my friends. They share Tricia’s blood type and can donate. Please, I really can’t give blood now!” Clara kicked me hard. I staggered, knees hitting the marble floor with a dull thud. “Don’t play games. You’re just stalling to make Tricia miss her window for rescue. How cruel can you be? Even if you are pregnant, our family fortune won’t go to you!”

I yelled out. “Somebody help!” But there was no one around. This was below the stairs. “No no, Nora! Stay with me” I gritted through my teeth, holding firm to her gushing wound. She was losing a lot of blood. “Nora!” My voice broke and tears streamed down my face. “I know I said I was going to protect you but I failed—I…” And then it hit me. “My blood” I whispered with a wide eye of realization. “My blood can save you, just like Blake!” I exclaimed, wasting no time in digging my teeth into my flesh and I ripped it open until my blood started to flow.