La Mujer Del Flujo De Sangre Novels & Stories

If I could not even bear the thought of having to live with him, being his mate would be absolute hell for me. All of a sudden, I heard Veronica scream my name from inside. In a state of panic, I got up and rushed in, thinking that she had hurt herself or something, only to find her with a floor board in her hand, looking down at the gaping hole in the floor with wide eyes. "Why did you scream my name like that?" I scolded her. "I thought something serious happened to you." "V—val, th—there is..." She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "There is b—blood down there."

My shoulders straighten anyway. “Even now you are alive,” I say to myself. “That must count for something.” Once I get out of the house, the small hallway is stenched with old cooking oil and mildew. My neighbour, Carmen, opens her door even as I pass by. When people expect bad news, they look at one with a concerned face, which is what she does. “Oh, Drina,” she says, in a low voice. “Did you not hear the sirens last night?”

Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic. I was about to sniff her out when an SUV screeched across the road, cutting me off. A suited werewolf stepped out of the vehicle. Judging by his grizzled hair, he was advanced in years. For some reason, the bloodlust stirring within me settled down when I looked into his eyes. I gradually shifted back to human form. Laurent Ford, the werewolf, stared at my face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You look so much like your mother. She, too, has eyes as blue as the ocean…”

"Three years ago, during a free medical clinic, there was a landslide. It was Mike and his mother who risked their lives to dig me out. They never asked for anything in return… Now that his mother is sick, I can't just stand by and do nothing." She paused for a while, then added casually, "Your mother is already old anyway. She wouldn't have lived much longer. It's better to let her make her final contribution." I looked at her in utter disbelief. The woman I had shared a bed with for five years now felt completely like a stranger—cold, alien, unrecognizable. A doctor… actually said something so heartless. Since my mother-in-law's accident, Ivy hadn't even come to see her mother once. And ye

Maybe it would lessen the pain. "Now I understand why you seem very determined to go to the deadly River of Flames. The fire won't burn you because you are its master," Orion said but the worry in his face was still evident. "But none of has had been there, Ophelia. As what I have heard, River of Flames is guarded by the soul of Nerissa, the woman who was sacrificed to the goddess of fire thousands of years ago. She is wicked and evil, so even if you can infiltrate the River of Flames successfully, I don't think it would be easy for you. It would still be dangerous."

"You ruined all my plans to get you married to the most powerful supernatural there is. You ruined every damn thing! I worked, I killed for years—years of killing, torturing, eliminating the people who stood in my way of success. Years of building alliances, images, the connections. And now? You've destroyed them all because of your idiocy!" She straightened, without mercy she pushed her daughter to the ground. Bianca hit the cold, hard floor. She wailed in anguish and pain as her head came in contact with the floor. She flipped her hair off her face. Suddenly, she felt something warm and liquid flowing down the side of her face. With terror in her eyes, she lifted her hands, curious to know

"How can I not? He is the master of my county and my student's father. How can I let my student be upset? But I am a human after all, not a god. Without enough blood supply, even a genius won't be able to complete this surgery." "She didn't dare to say these words in front of Mango as she was afraid that Mango wouldn't be able to handle it. At this critical moment, blood was Nathaniel's life." "Meanwhile, Mango shouted into the megaphone while walking. Everyone in the town knew that there was a woman who had come here and was looking for blood. This was an opportunity to make a fortune, but not everyone had Rh-negative blood." "Just as she was walking, a woman suddenly appeared and stopped M

After killing them, she buried them in the yard and collected their blood in a large container for this moment. Maria dipped her hands into the blood and began her work. She spread the viscous liquid over my stomach, staining the sheets around me. Then she poured some more between my legs, letting the blood seep onto the white bed linen. The scene was both convincing and grotesque. "Is it enough blood?" she asked, nervously washing her hands in the basin of clean water. "It has to be. Xavier needs to believe it was a severe miscarriage. He has to think he almost lost me along with the baby." My voice was low but determined.

and he has company. “Please, I’m begging you! Don’t do this!” The muffled sounds come from a crying woman. “Who told you to come here and blackmail me with someone else’s seed? You should’ve seen it coming.” After James finishes, the woman cries out in agony. Deciding I’ve heard enough, I barge into the bathroom. The first thing I see is a woman not a day older than twenty-five years of age, lying face down on the tiled floor. Blood is dripping out from between her legs and she’s crying while holding her stomach.

He looked at her, eyes still too sharp for someone leaking that much blood. “Don’t fry yourself,” he said. “I’d hate to die and ruin your Rite in the same hour.” “Shut up,” she said and reached. She didn’t go deep. Just enough. Silver flowed from her palms in a thin, controlled stream—nothing like the ring, nothing like the raw surges. She imagined it as threads instead of waves, sliding into torn vessels, coaxing them to knit. The bleed slowed. The swelling eased the tiniest fraction.