Kiss The Blood Off My Hands นิยาย & เรื่องราว

even my own words failed me as I raised my hand to my face. "What have you done!" The man in front of me screamed in Horror, panicking I shook my head in disbelief. "No…no, this can't be.." I cried, shaking my head. The heavy metallic scent is now very evident in the air. The smell of blood. “Blo…Bloo…Blood,” I struggled to say the word, blood in my hands and a lifeless body in the pool of blood. Bloody hands I have no recollection of how it came about. He approached, his steps slow and deliberate. I watched as he walked past me to touch the body laying behind me.

His mind must have a lot running through it and if I were the one in his situation, I would want to stay far from anybody. “We should wash your hands. It is still stained with blood.” “Yeah." His response contradicted his action because he didn't let me go. Not that I wished to complain, I said, " If you are hugging me with those bloody hands do you think that will make me happy? This top happens to be one of my favourites." " Okay... " He released me. " Do you want to help me get rid of the blood? " Never in my life would I have imagined that I would be asked that question. The response I would give would also surprise me.

Immediately, the witch turns my hand, so my palm is facing the ground. And a drop of blood falls to the crystal floor.

Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

I fall on my palms, my vision blurry and red. Red? I lift one hand and touch my cheek before pushing it in front of my blurry eyes. Tears are not the only liquid there. Blood has mixed with tears, turning pink on my skin. I touch my aching left ear to find blood there. What the hell? My chest heaves up and down heavily as I stare at the blood on my hands. If I had my voice right now, my screams would have gathered the whole world to my side. That’s why he took my voice, right?

I scream, quickly retracting my hand and managing to knock the box over. I jump back when a pile of dirt scatter beside my feet, along with shard glass pieces and shredded paper that were now decorated with my crimson blood.

I scream, quickly retracting my hand and managing to knock the box over. I jump back when a pile of dirt scatter beside my feet, along with shard glass pieces and shredded paper that were now decorated with my crimson blood.

To make Nicole and me happy, Simon chose to commit suicide at an unknown, quiet place. Simon also told Nicole not to go looking for him. There was no way for me to deny anything with such an allegation imposed on me. Nicole strangled my neck as she frantically yelled that everything was all my fault. She then imprisoned me in the mansion that belonged to Simon and her. Every day, countless people would come to draw my blood. My blood would be donated to anyone who needed Rh-negative blood. If there were no need for the day, my blood would be treated as wastewater and poured casually on the withered roses.

I kicked her body again but I end up getting no response from her in return. Pissed at the drama she was trying to portray this time around, I crouched to her level in anger, I tried to drag her up so she could leave but she end up falling on my arms lifelessly instead. "Fuck!" I hissed in panic as I felt something liquid on my hand immediately I placed my hand on her back and it turns out to be blood.

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.