I Know It Was The Blood For Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

My gut told me it was for me. And that was not all. The next day after I saw him, I woke up with a scream, tears streaming down my eyes, as I watched fresh blood run down my collarbone right into my cleavage. I didn't get myself until dusk that day. "It wasn't my blood, I had no cut, then who the fuck owns it?"

I drew my blood using it and filled it in a tube. I was not aware if he had already taken my blood but I wanted this deal to be over forever. By doing this maybe it would end here. I didn't know if this blood would be enough for him cause I didn't even know why he needed my blood. I had heard Ratna say magic blood so I guessed this must be enough.

Not ever. Because now I knew the truth. I was not just a pawn in a game of power. I was blood. And blood fights.

I was slowly losing my mind. I just needed that blood.

He's bathing with blood that made me shed a tear. Blood... All over me... Just like how it scattered when my parents died... This scenery... D-did I really killed my Dad?

A gush of warm liquid flowed down my legs. As I collapsed into a pool of my own blood, I knew without a doubt that my pup was gone.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

My eyes darted to the bed, to the note still lying there, mocking me from the pillow: You can change your name, but not your blood. I tore it apart, my hands shaking so hard the paper slipped through my fingers in tiny, fluttering shreds. The pieces scattered across the floor like snow, but even shredded, the words clung to me, burned into my brain like a brand I couldn’t scrape off. “You can change your name, but not your blood.” Blood. The word echoed in my skull, cruel and sharp. What did they mean by that?

“The Blood Petal is mine alone.” “Mine to Kill. Mine to ruin.”

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'