Nobody Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Pain exploded in my gut—I couldn't shield the baby. Blood spilled fast, pooling under me. I screamed, broken. "Steven Garrett. Peggy Shane. You're gonna pay for this," I sobbed. I didn't even hate him when he cheated. But now? I wanted them both dead. Peggy kept filming, smug as ever. "Look, Steven. She's still acting tough. Doesn't even know she's wrong." Steven grabbed a stick and cracked it across my head. "Do you get it now?" Everything spun. My vision blurred.

If there were no need for the day, my blood would be treated as wastewater and poured casually on the withered roses. No one felt sorry for me. Everyone thought that I deserved it. They thought I deserved to die.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

I mock. It’s the sad truth though. Bleeding out is my past, present and future. I’ve bleed out so many times that they all blend together. Some I didn’t pass out at all, others I woke up hours later, and the rare occasions where it was days later. My mother didn’t get too worried and I always woke up. But my traumatized past is none of his concern.

Everyone just stands in shock, such a bittersweet moment, the moment we had all been waiting for was finally over but along with that goes the pain of losing someone we now considered family. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I killed my mummy, I killed my own mummy” The packhouse door opens as my heart breaks for little Abby, I watch as she sobs into her knees blaming herself “Mum heal her, heal her you can do it I seen it” Baylee says racing towards me with the blue liquid “What? Baylee I can’t” “You can, I seen you bring her back, you drink this and they both touch you”

I wished there was something I could do to ease his misery, but I was the last person he needed to turn to for help. "They're not talking to me," I said, surprised by the level of bitterness in my voice. "Pain least of all. Sorry, Mia." I rolled my eyes. It felt good to vent to someone who understood. But Blood was too wrapped up in his own stuff to be of much emotional use to me. "I can't stand it," he whispered. "I want to kill that guy, you know? End him." Blood's right fist met his left palm with a meaty smack and ground around like it was Benjamin's face.

You fuck with me and my family, you better be ready for me to fuck right back. I never said I was weak. I never said I was nice. I only said, I'm not like my family. I gain no pleasure from making people suffer. So I don't do it. This is the first time I'm probably going to enjoy making someone cry ash. "I don't think I can do this." Alexis whimpers. Her grip on my arm grows deathly tight. I flicked my gaze towards the group of girls standing next to the bleachers. They're talking to the boys. And laughing.

my brother asked the men that were with me present "Nothing she was fine a minute ago" said adrian, his tone shaking from fear, then another scream came out of from the pain, but this scream was something else, my powers came on display, a huge bright aura came, pushing away the three men standing next to me, by the time my headache stopped, i was bleeding from my eyes and nose, the taste of the metallic liquid in my mouth, i looked at my brother who was what seemed twenty feet away from me, atlas and adrian behind my back "are you oka-" I attempted to asked, before my knees buckled on me and I felt to the ground, losing the reminants of light from my eyes, and drifting to a slomber.

I muffled the scream that threatened to surface. Just one lash will leave an unbearable pain in one's body and a scar that would never heal. What pleasure does he get from the sight of blood flowing and one moaning in agony? "Please," I found my voice saying. A vampire was pleading a warlord? Someone she can easily sink her teeth in and rid him of the air he breathes? But I was not that vampire unfortunately. I was a weakling. A nonentity to my father. I was a nobody as long as I could not draw blood.

“Bullshit. You’re the only one he trusts to not fuck it up.” I rubbed a hand over my face. My head was pounding. Too much noise, too many expectations, too many things I couldn’t say out loud. “I need air,” I muttered. Alex raised an eyebrow. “You mean you need to go brood somewhere dramatic?” “Something like that.” He didn’t stop me.