Nobody Makes Me Bleed My Own Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Persefoni I'm bleeding yet again. This time, I think I'm bleeding because of the stress. Gabby thinks I can heal her father of cancer. In all honesty, I wish I can, but I can't, the least I could do is to give him more time, slow the cancer growth and give him time to make peace with his family but Gabby has refused to believe me.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

If I offered you a million dollars for your blood, would you say no? "Name your price—hell, I bet you'd sell every organ in your body. You're just milking Vincent's love for a payday." "I'm a person, not a product," I said. "Why do you people act like money buys everything—even my emotions, my soul?" Emma sneered. "You're nothing. If you didn't have my blood type, you'd never have gotten near the upper class. "Let me spell it out—Vincent only saw you as my personal blood bank. Every time I needed a transfusion, he drained you for me.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

“You’re bleeding…” I walked towards the sink and washed my finger. The bleeding hasn’t stopped yet but I don’t care. This blood is nothing compared to the hellish life I’ve been through. “Kelly, let me help you—” “I don’t need your help,” I growled at him as I shot him cold glares.. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “The bleeding won’t stop—” “I can see it,” I cut him off again. “I’m not blind.”

half of my body is already bones but nothing can stop me, i will not let her disappear from me. Blo*d... lots of bl*od. Many screams of pain, grief and anger. Suffering... "Is it really necessary to fight against what shouldn't be?" "Am i really this weak?" I asked myself which was disgusting to watch my own self like this... But she needs me, they need me.

Only the shield I relied on remained. “Can’t smell the Roses anymore.” Sightless eyes bored into my soul. “But I can feel where you're bleeding. It’s the only thing that quiets the dark.” “Don’t.” I hissed, yanking my head away. The cloth felt like acid. “Don’t ‘care’ for me. You aren’t my protector. You’re a donor I’m tolerating because your blood is the only thing that doesn’t boil my son. Stay in your lane, Blackwood.”

Gutting. There's no answer in sight As his soul is stripped bare. Those blips of consciousness Catch me completely unaware. A wind through the weeds... And we all bleed. Tears stung my eyes as she hit a crescendo, let the note hang, stilling her fingers. A pain no one sees. To home, I will lead. And we all bleed. Oh, how I bleed.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"