I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

This had to be it… my chosen blood… I’d never tasted anything so appetizing in my life. To Sophia, I asked, “Whose blood is this?”

What was the meaning of this? He shook his head when he saw how angry I was. "No, no, that's not what I meant. I don't treat you as a blood bank. I am just asking you for a favour. I wouldn't do this if I had any other choice. I have really tried my best to get her blood but I can't find any....please," he said to me. "I already said that I am sick. I can't give you any more blood or else I am going to die. My life is very important to me. I don't want to die just yet,".I snapped at him.

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.

Matteo The scent of blood still clings to me, even after hours of breathing in the crisp night air on the drive home. It’s in my hair, under my nails, and the phantom weight of it lingers on my skin. I’m no stranger to blood, to death, to the sharp, biting thrill of taking something away that can never be returned. But today had been... messy. Two men, both Cerulli associates, both spilling information with their dying breaths. It should’ve felt like a victory, but it didn’t. Not entirely.

He rasped making her head shot up. " Hm?" She looked at him in horror as she didn't want to feel that weakness after losing her precious blood. "D-don't I b-become very weak after that." She muttered. " What? I am not talking about your blood. I love it too but right I want something else." Aaron said as she whispered near her face. She looked at him in confusion as she didn't know what he was talking about.

Information. But t..t..his is..her B..B..Blood…her ..?I..I..It means…It. Means she..she was VIRGIN? Holy Shit! Fucking asshole I am ? Y..Yes I..I reminisced sh..she cried…she was feeling excruciating pain..I..I was feeling ……like a tormentor……I..I..I snatched her dignity …Bravo Capo Bravo How will I stand in front of my Mother who always taught me never forced any girl…

This was the beginning of something far bigger than me. Something I couldn’t run from. Something I had just tied myself to…..with blood.

ALANA Blood. It’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes, even though the blur and the tears. Even through the chaos. The memory bleeds into my consciousness before I even realize I’m conscious. It’s not the warm, sticky bloom of my own wound that shatters me. It’s his. Zach’s blood.

Meanwhile, the glass in Emilio's hand shattered with a crack as he crushed it with his bare fist. As for Damiano, he stared at the screen as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. He looked completely shattered. My consciousness began to blur as blood kept streaming down my legs. Deep down, I knew that my baby was gone. With what little strength I had left, I lifted my eyes and looked at Damiano, his face darker than I had ever seen it. This was the truth he was so desperate to find. I sure hoped he was happy now.

The one she never got to sing. I stand in the hallway with my back pressed against the wall, listening, and tears start sliding down my face before I can stop them. Hot and fast and impossible to control. Because all I could think about is my brother did this to him. The song ends and the silence that follows is somehow worse. I try to wipe my face but my hands won’t cooperate and I can’t seem to breathe right. “I know you’re there.” His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and emotionless.