Leave Love Bleeding In My Hands Novels & Stories

She hoped he’d leave immediately now. * He kept waiting for her to come out. Even when she made it clear that she wanted him to leave. He just couldn’t leave. Yeah he could be cold, but he wasn’t heartless. If he leaves just like that, she might not be able to reach the hospital all by herself on time. Lest she calls an ambulance which would still take time. But why was she bleeding that way? That wasn’t normal. Could it be that she has a disease that her blood cant clot early.

he said softly, staring at my hands. "Theron..." "Athara," he said simply. I raised my hand. My eyes widened when I saw a lot of blood on my hand. I'm bleeding. It only means one thing. I've had a miscarriage. The blood just continued to flow from my vagina until it reached my soles. "Theron, will you just look at me? Help me!" "I don't know what to do, Athara! Shit! Why are you bleeding!?" I just shook my head as my tears flowed. Is he dumb? Doesn't he know why this happened to me? Doesn't he know why so much blood came out of me?

Her face is as red as a tomato, wet with neverending tears. “You didn’t know what?” I ask, approaching her. What happened to her? When I’m close enough to her, I manage to see the blood between her legs, making my eyes go wide. This isn’t her period. Linnea wouldn’t break down over her period. “Okay, I need you to breathe.” Is this what I think it is? “I didn’t know,” she keeps crying. There’s blood on her hands. Her whole body is trembling.

I examined it thoroughly, and there was no major injury apart from a little cut which was bleeding profusely. I pried my eyes around searching for anything to help control the bleeding. I wouldn't want Kyler to meet me injured; he won't think twice before mocking me for being weak. My eyes caught a greenish leaf which was somewhat silver and black. Confused with what to do with it, I chewed the leaf, which turned out to be so bitter, squeezed some of its watery contents on my wound, and the bleeding suddenly stopped. My eyes widened in shock. “What exactly had prompted me to do this?

"I love flowers, every single one that you hand me," she murmured, her voice soft and tender as she held his hands in hers. Her eyes traced over the rough, calloused skin, noticing the patches of red and white hair that lightly dusted the back of his hands. These hands, so strong and masculine, bore the marks of yesterday’s incident—small wounds that had yet to heal. As she looked at them, her heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions they stirred within her.

It was clear that my lack of trust hurt him when I refused to take his hand. I began to hyperventilate, unable to hold back the tears any longer, and then I noticed something wet between my legs. Slowly lowering my gaze, I saw blood running down my thighs.

Hands grip my shoulders. “Easy,” Lyra’s voice says, firm and calm. “You are back.” I blink hard. The forest comes into focus. Trees. Dirt. Night sky. Faces hovering above me. Leo. Liam. Lyra. Silver betas standing at a distance. I try to speak. Nothing comes out. My hands are clenched into fists. My arms ache. My head pounds. Then I see it. Blood. Dark and sticky, smeared across my palms and fingers. It is not just a little. It coats my hands up to my wrists.

Blood drips from my finger and tears fall from my eyes. The door opens. "Celeste?" Xavier takes the quickest glance around the room, eyes landing on my hand as blood drips from my finger down into my palm. In two strides, he's across the room, turning on the sink and pulling me by my hip towards it. He's gentle as he pulls my arm up to let the water run over my bleeding finger but even that hurts. My lip wobbles. He grabs a paper towel and pulls back my hand, wrapping it around my finger. Leaning down, he presses his lips to my hand. "Are you okay?"

I touch my face, as if unsure what I will find. But as I pull them away, my cheeks are damp. My hands were covered in silvery liquid. No, not silvery liquid. Blood. Lo is bleeding. And it is everywhere.

The lie came out so naturally that even I almost believed it. Leomar ignored my answer. His eyes moved over me, carefully checking for injuries before suddenly dropping to my hand. His expression immediately changed. “You’re bleeding.” Confused, I followed his gaze. Blood continued to drip from my fingers, splashing onto the dirt below. The crimson puddle beside my feet had already grown larger than I realized. I stared at it blankly. I hadn’t even noticed. Before I could react, Leomar stepped forward and gently took my hand.