Nobody Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

- Oh, Steph… - Say that again? - I know you are in disbelief, I was too. Do you remember my dream? - The one you are having every single night? How can I forget it? - Well, it was like I was living it. Only this time my savior wasn’t there. It was only me. - Are you trying to tell me that you fought with your bare hands with a vampire? - Not only that, I also killed him. - What? How?

A metallic taste hits my tongue and I push my hands away to see it dried with blood. Mike's blood. A sob breaks out as I watch my fingers quiver. Emotions whirl on my inside one after the other and in the next moment, I find myself wiping my hands on the pants to clean the blood, but it won't just come off. Another sob. Why won't it come off? My chest tightens and I can feel my heart rate slowing down. Why the hell won't the blood come off?? “Mike, please.” I break down. ••••

Didn’t speak. He let me break. He let me burn. And I did. I sobbed until the world blurred. Until my hands trembled. Until I couldn’t breathe. When it was over—when there was nothing left but the hollow ache—I placed both palms on the cold stone. I leaned my forehead against it, whispering words that never reached the air. I made a vow. Not loud. Not with words. But real. I will make them pay. I promise you, Milo. I will make them bleed for what they did to you.

I watched him get his feet on the ground and his broad back on me. " My hair is also one of my weakness and strength. It tells out my emotions sometimes and my Illness. It's naturally dark so whenever it changes color, it means I'm... It means my health is failing " He turn to me gently and set his jaw. " Blood, red liquid is my weakness. Your blood if it touches my skin would burns me but won't kill me. Maynard is the only one who could ... Who has the ability to end my life and render me paralyze forever. His own blood if it gets to my veins, combined with my silver could ruin me forever. That's the only thing, the only way to get me to my knees. My brother's blood "

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Glancing at me, she averted her eyes. “You are bleeding. The blood should have stopped by now, but it isn’t. The wound might be deep.” I rolled my eyes. Irritating. That’s what she was. I clenched my jaws. “Let me bleed!” I snapped at her. “Let my blood remind me that red is my favourite colour. It makes me look sexy when I am covered in blood. I like it…”

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.