La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

Just void. Aria took a step closer, breath locking in her chest. The woman’s gaze landed on her. Didn’t move. That stare was suffocating. Like being seen and swallowed at the same time. Someone behind Aria gasped. “Is she… having a seizure?” “She’s possessed,” someone else muttered, backing away. “I’m telling you. That’s not normal.” The woman opened her mouth. Blood spilled out. Not a spray — a stream. Thick and slow, running down her chin, pooling on her shirt.

It spattered across the hem of her gown, across the hands of those who held her, across the boots of the man with the blade. My breathing grew erratic as I numbly watched the blood that kept flowing and spreading, creating a grotesque mirror on the floor that reflected the candlelight with a wet shine. The woman's body crumpled soon after as she stopped resisting. The hands that had held her upright released her, and she fell like a puppet with cut strings. She collapsed into the pool of her own blood, but her eyes were still open. They hadn’t grown hazy or numb but looked very much aware and alert. She was struggling to hold onto life that was rushing out of her through that gaping hole in

The woman continued coughing out blood. "What should be done? Don't just stand there!" He yelled, pressing his mother tightly against his chest. Natasha knew that if the woman dies, she's as good as dead but truth was, she didn't even know what to do. She knew for sure that the woman's cougt is the effect of the drug but she didn't forsee this. Natasha rushed to the woman"s side and began to clean the blood she was coughing out, all these while, her hands were shivering so hard. She felt as though she was about to get her death sentence.

He says. “I would rather die, father,” I say again. "NO... Don't do this, Amber... please don't!" A woman screams. She whimpers uncontrollably. Her hand up to her chest as if she was suffocating, and perhaps she is. I turn to look, it is a lady in a dark navy dress with a white bonnet over her head. Our eyes meet, those beautiful dark eyes, framed in a red line, bloodshot. My mother.

Chapter 32: Dante Saves Isla The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Isla’s breath came in short gasps as she pressed her trembling fingers against her wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t just physical—it was everything. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding out. She had planned this. Orchestrated it. Set it all in motion. Yet here she was, lying on the cold marble floor, watching Dante DeLuca—the man she had sworn to destroy—kill the very assassin meant to take her out.

—but otherwise, they didn’t waste breath on drama. The blood was what got me. There was just so much of it, and it wasn’t even the arterial spurt you see on medical shows, more like a thick, pulsing ooze that kept coming no matter what they packed into Maya’s shoulder. The dressing went from white to dark red in seconds, then darker still, until it was just a sodden clump. She should have passed out from shock, but every few steps she would buck on the gurney and make this sound, this wet moan, that felt like it rattled straight through my teeth.

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

Fear grips my heart and I shake my head, “No, no, they can’t turn her into one of them. She needs to be safe! She needs to be human! She needs to get away from there!” I pant heavily as fear seems to consume me and I struggle to see any way out of this. I’m on the brink of hyperventilation when Hunter pulls me into his lap and holds me close. He runs his fingers through my hair and breathes deeply and puts my hand on his chest, trying to get me to breathe in sync with him.

Sara flung around just to see two ladies standing behind her, one was dressed in black, with a dark veil tied around her face, while the other stared at her with love, and compassion. The lady clubbed in black groaned as blood gushed out of her belly, she crashed to the wet ground, her dark red blood mixing with the rain water that flowed.

"She’s waiting for the audit to finish. She knew that eventually, a Moretti or a Vane would find the thread. She wanted us to build the empire first. She wanted us to be strong enough to handle the truth." "And what is the truth, Julian?" Dante asked, his eyes fixed on the screen with a lethal intensity. "The truth is that she didn't just flee my father," Julian said, his eyes tearing up. "She stole the 'Blood Ledger' the real one. The one that tracks the money back to the founding of the city. She didn't want the Vanes or the Morettis to own the docks. She wanted to be the one who owned the men who owned the docks."