In Cold Blood Chapter 1 Summary Novels & Stories

A gun goes off when he gets close to me. His head falls on my lap. A bullet through his head. Cold blood oozes from his head onto me. Tears stream down my cheeks. Blood pools at my feet. I’m immobilized. My brain freezes, and darkness welcomes me, and for the first time...I don’t fight it.

was what I felt around cold blackness, as I saw myself standing on a black surface, I felt a shuddering fear creep through me as I looked around, a second ago I was in my nightdress, and when I looked down as I saw that I was wearing that wretched bloody dress from that night No, no, no this is a dream all a dream I prayed to myself, my hands felt cold, I looked down to dee m hands dripping with blood into the black murky water, and in the cold smoke that emerged I saw a figure, laying down with a bloody white shirt, and it was Kal

I was about to commit a heavy crime; I was about to give her my blood. She was already unconscious when I brushed her full, pink lips with my thumb, sliding them open before feeding her a few drops of blood. I waited until I heard her heart beating steadily. I exhaled a breath, which I didn't know I was holding, and then brushed her cheek. Her skin was cold, even colder than mine. Before I realized what I was doing, I shrugged off my coat and covered her. That was all I could do for her. I left her there, hoping that she would survive…

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

she said and grinned at him, even though her insides are shaking a bit. After that, she looks around his office again. The big dark curtains caught her attention. At this time of the day, the sun is at its peak but because of those big curtains hanging on his window, the sunlight barely touches the ground of the insides. She walked towards the window and attempted to part the curtains when a strong grip on her arms stopped her and Sunny found herself pinned on the wall. She can see her own reflection on his dark and scary eyes. It's just like seeing her reflection in the eyes of the murderer. She's scared but she does her best to hide it "Bitch!" He spats on her face. She never heard his voi

I was hungry and thirsty and the worst part was this liquid running between my legs. - No!! This must not happen to me. I can't stand it, I whispered, passing my right hand over the place where I felt the liquid flowing. At the sight of my right hand full of blood, I started to panic and without realizing it I was already heading backward. My end was near, I felt it had arrived. I've fought the inevitable long enough. POV MICHAEL - Mom, we go out, I shouted in front of the mansion door

Before I even have the chance to move I feel a sharp pain across my head and watch as everything suddenly goes dark. [TRIGGER WARNING: This following chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to chapter 60. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]

Damien. The first thing I registered was the cold. It pressed against my back, so damp and unforgiving, seeping into my bones like ice. My skin felt raw where it touched the stone, aching with each shallow breath I took. The erratic pounding of my heart was even worse since it came with a steady drumbeat of pain, while the sharp scent of blood hung thick in the air... Metallic and bitter. My blood. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the haze clouding my vision. Shadows danced along the damp stone walls, cast by a single torch burning low. The flame sputtered, struggling for life, barely able to illuminate the ancient cracks webbing across the ceiling.

This time zero seems to have heard it. We both turn to look at the bathroom. Zero gives me a gesture to proceed with caution. I nod, my hands already holding onto the gun, ready to use it. I push the door open slowly and take a step inside. The first thing I see is blood. A lot of it. My hand tightens around the gun. Then I see her.

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It All The past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul. She was sixteen when she watched her father die. The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.