Romans & histoires I Gave Them My Kidneys They Gave Me Hatred

“No, don’t give me that noble act, Camilla. You’re my best friend. You don’t get to make decisions for me like that. You don't get to die quietly and let me smile through while you're throwing up blood on pavements!” I close my eyes as my throat aches. She steps closer, eyes wild. “Who is it?” I blink. “What?” “The kidney,” she says, her voice trembling with barely-contained rage. “You said you gave one away. To who? Who the hell did you destroy your body for?” “Jessica...” “No, don’t Jessica me. I deserve to know. You gave up your life for someone, who the fuck was it?”

She said and stood up “I love you baby but I'm sorry I love myself more, bye and call me when there's another option” “Wait Rachel” I said to her as she was about to leave, “So you can't give your kidney to your husband, you don't even want to get tested, but you want a child to give his kidney to your husband?” “Oh please Millan save me the preaching, your child is useless anyway, a child from the slumps has no future so what's the point of him living”

So I laughed at him, closing his eyes. "I owe him. Before... mommy needs a kidney transplant… He caught it. I thought... That's why he's going to help me, because I'm his b-brother... We are brothers on the father's side. There is a price for that! He demanded something in return... That is to kidnap your son." I don't know if I can believe it. Looks like he's telling the truth. And his mommy really has kidney disease, which is gone now. "Rustin hates you a lot… Because of the billion you got from him then—"

After that, they threw me out of the house. They saw me living under a bridge, getting bitten by stray dogs, and harassed by drifters, but they felt nothing. They even told me that they would only let me come home if I changed my mind and agreed to give Jade my kidney. But a day, a week, a month passed, and I still did not give in. So, they decided to have the court rule that my kidney belonged to Jade. That way, they could avoid legal punishment and still get what they wanted.

After my sister and I were both diagnosed with liver failure, we were admitted to the same hospital. But only one matching donor liver was available. My family favored her. I still wanted to live. I broke down in the hospital hallway, pleading with my parents for that chance. Someone filmed me and posted the video online. Everyone called me cold and selfish. They said I had sacrificed my humanity just to stay alive. When it was time to sign the preoperative paperwork, my brother finally came to my room. His face was hard. The moment he saw me, he started in on me. He wouldn't even look at me. "This family has always indulged you because you're the youngest. Haven't you caused enough trouble?

When the results came back compatible, my brother and sister‑in‑law practically fell to their knees begging me to donate a kidney. They swore—over and over—that if I donated, they would take care of me for the rest of my life. They even promised that Zac would repay me when I grew old. My mother pressured me with moral blackmail. "If you don't donate, I'll jump off the building. Let's see if you can sleep at night with two lives on your conscience!" So I gave one of my kidneys to Zac and saved his life. But the damage to my own body was irreversible. I became a disabled person with only one kidney. My company fired me because my weakened health made it impossible to work. A few extra steps l

My legs felt weak, unsteady, like they had forgotten how to hold me upright. “Just take it slow,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “We’ll go step by step.” I gripped the walker tightly, my knuckles white, and leaned slightly into her support. The scar still itched under the thin hospital gown, a hot, angry line across my side where they had taken away my kidney and given it to my husband’s cousin. A choice I made willingly, because she was dying and I was the only match—but mostly because I wanted him to love me again.

I’d stilled, propping myself on my elbow. “But that could kill you,” I blurted out. “Those transplants kill humans. It’s frowned upon. You can’t do that.” He’d looked at me, deeply then. “If I had your kidney, Emerald, I’d survive. We could marry...” My kidney. “But you’re human, Arty,” I’d said, sitting up. “That would kill you. I can’t be the reason you die.” He’d pressed harder. His words twisting into pressure. “You said you loved me. Wouldn’t you give me just one kidney so I can live?”

Actually, no matter how many times he thought I had fooled and betrayed him, treating him like a complete idiot, he had never once regretted loving me. He believed that I was the one who should regret it. Because I would never again find someone who loved me so completely and selflessly. Thinking of me, his hatred intensified. With a determined expression, William raised the urn high and slammed it down. Crash! The porcelain urn shattered, and the fine ashes scattered into the wind. I watched in silence, feeling as though something inside me had finally crumbled away along with it. Just then, William’s phone rang. He answered impatiently. "Hello?" "Sir, we found out who donated the kidney to

I was well endowed, and I was proud of the way my mate marveled at my cock. She let out a moan before she pushed her body up and kneeled in front of me. Her hands flew on my waist and grabbed it, but then all of a sudden, the lust in her eyes was gone and replaced by confusion. Her head snapped up to look at me. “What happened here?” She asked in a soft voice before her gaze dropped to my waist again, where a big scar was. “It’s nothing.” I smiled at her. “I gave one of my kidneys to Mom. Both of hers were damaged severely. It helped extend her life for a while.”