Isaac Blood Clot Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gasped, “Three weeks?! What the hell was wrong with me?!” Isaac started trying to soothe me, “It’s okay, love. They were able to fix it. You had a brain aneurism. It burst just as you got here to see the doctor. They were able to stop the bleeding and fix the aneurism through your carotid artery.” I sighed as Isaac continued, “If you hadn’t been here, in this hospital, when you passed out, you could have bled out and died. They called me and told me to get to the hospital, and I jumped out of bed and ran for the hospital.”

she raises an eyebrow dubiously, aiming her question towards me along with her returning gaze to which I shake my head. “You have no memory of the attack in the clearing?” Isaac's eyes widen in surprise, his face dropping upon the mention, riddling with guilt like he had just spoken of the world’s worst sin, “Oh, boy. Um, I don’t know how to say this exactly, but you’ve been in a coma for the past three months,” he shakes his head.

Izaac clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening. "What is it?" "It’s been poisoned." He replied curtly. A hiss escaped his mouth when he touched the dark blood. The skin of his finger turned into a deep shade of red, almost as if it's heated. "The blood. It's holy." "What?" I'm utterly confused and he won't give me complete answers. He remained silent as he continued to observe. What shocked me the most is when Izaac ripped the beast open from its parted mouth. The smell of seared flesh invaded our nostrils. God, it smells awful. Like a decayed body.

I encircle my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. “Gross.” The voice practically makes me jump. I hastily pull away and look towards the top of the stairs where Isleen stands, her nose wrinkled. Isaac lets out a chuckle while I am sure my cheeks are burning a deep shade of crimson. Isleen comes down the stairs and looks at Isaac for a long moment. Her nose scrunches again. “Blood.” “What do you mean?” I ask, bending down. “Dad is injured. I smell blood,” she explains. I freeze for two reasons.

Isaac asked disappointedly as he lowered his gaze and prepared his supplies to draw out my blood. Wearing white gloves, he didn't look at my face, as he was disappointed at the sight of me having Richard's name on my chest and also seeing me in this harem. Taking in a deep breath, I tensed as Isaac stood next to me, his masculine scent invading my nostrils as he took my left hand to draw my blood. Once he was done, he stepped back and said, "I am through. I will take my leave now and send the test results to my consultant."

"Isaac, who are you talking to?" "No one." "Okay, try to get some sleep." She closes the door. I love my parents, but I don't want them to think I'm going crazy. I certainly can't tell them that there's a child with me that apparently only I see. I finally manage to close my eyes, but a wet sensation makes me reopen them. "It can't be; this is blood; I'm losing blood," I start screaming at the top of my lungs. My parents rush into the room.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

Gregory quickly dragged Ralph's arm away from Isaac, and they both ran out of the door laughing at Isaac's rage face. ~ Ava still can feel the soreness of her womanhood, that she's having a hard time to move on the hospital bed where she's currently laying, making hard for her to reach the glass with water on her side. She tried to move again and get it, when she hears the door creak opened. She sees the door open and Isaac comes out. Her eyes got locked on him as soon as he stepped into the room. He's wearing a black mask that's covering half of his face, Ava grimaced a little, realizing that he's really ensuring that she'll not see his whole face.

Isaac replied. I took a deep breath... That's a problem because it means he created a vampire without my explicit permission, but in a way I gave it. "How is she adapting?" I asked. "We had problems at first, but now she's better, although she doesn't like drinking blood, so she usually drinks mine or someone else's from the donor banks." Isaac sighed. "Do you think she'll stand the test of time?" Ishtar asked. "I don't know, I hope so," Isaac answered and then looked at the red wire that led in a very different direction from the blue line.

Kalan worryingly asks from somewhere next to me. I open my mouth to speak but only blood comes gushing out, I cough trying to stand up again but I'm only forced down on my knees. Kalan kneels next to me and pulls my hair back just as another gush of blood finds its way up my throat and out of my mouth. "Isaac!" Kalan calls while trying to help me up, my body was getting weaker and weaker. There's something wrong with Collin, he's in danger. "Yeah..." Isaac trails off once he reaches the hallway, "what happened?".