Novel & Cerita Olive Blood Homestuck

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"

She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it. Poor girl. She must be a really good and hard-working kid if she works in a convenience store and is studying at the same time, he thought. He carried her in his arms making her let go of the tote bag she is gripping hardly. He heard her groan in protest but could not move because of too much blood loss. He is awed by her persistence to keep herself awake. For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live.

All he could do now was to wait for blood. In a minute, Olivia appeared with two red packets. Sitting beside Beau, she opened and brought the packet near his mouth. Though he hesitated for a few seconds, he staring gulping the blood hastily in the next second. [How was I able to control my thirst near the open and fresh wound? 100-years old Albert wasn't able to, how could I? What was the illusion that I had?] Thinking of every moment he saw in the deja-vu, he completed the whole packet. Every sip, he had bulged out his body, indicating satisfaction from each body part. The black lines that surrounded the body vanished gradually. Completing the packet, he tried to stand up but failed.

"I know you are someone of a higher rank, but my rank is higher than yours since I directly serve the next Alpha King. Don’t you think you should be a bit more respectful?" "How about explaining what you did right now to me, and I would try to reason with you all?" Olive demanded from him. My eyes went straight to their clothes, which were already torn, and they looked like they had just had a fight with someone—or some people. They were stained in blood and looking vicious. I’m very sure they took their assignment seriously. I shook my head. "They have nothing to say about this. Let’s go back to the school, Olive. Look at them—they are already covered in blood. I’m sure they’ve already done

"The silk is dried into the tissue. If you tear it off, you'll open the arterial tear Vance warned me about." Jarrah’s eyes snapped open. They were a dark, stormy grey, laced with red capillaries from sheer exhaustion and blood loss. He looked at me, really looked at me, his gaze dropping to my hands holding the silver forceps and scissors. "You're very bold tonight, Malia," he murmured. The lack of volume in his voice was far more dangerous than if he had shouted. "I’m tired," I replied, leaning in. "And you’re bleeding in my sanctuary."

{ Daniel } I get back into my head as soon as my knot starts to lower, with my teeth still buried in Olivia’s delicate neck. Oh, dear god. Is this heaven? I know I should do the polite thing and get off as soon as possible because Olivia must be in immense pain all over her body, but I can't stop myself. Drinking my Omega's blood is a pleasure I never thought I could experience and I'm not going to rush the process. I don't want to pull my teeth away and let the wound heal.

My fingers flexed nervously at my sides. "André has moved the battle to the day of the first new moon. I have agreed to give my blood to help the men.” Alvida gave a deep bow. “A noble sacrifice, Olivia.” Her bowing made me uncomfortable. "But I need help. I can't just give the men blood. I assume they will be very reluctant.” "As they should,” she replied with a grin. "So is there a way? A way to administer the blood. Maybe, in their drinks or something?”

Olivia frowned. She wondered what Ethan was up to again, running over to her and saying nonsensical stuff. Stretching out her right hand, she wanted to push his suffocating body away. But when her fingers touched his body, she felt something wet. It was blood. She was very sensitive to such smells now. Turning on the lights, Olivia saw the blood seeping into his white shirt. He didn't leave the villa. Olivia didn't understand how he would turn out like this.

She had never seen his eyes so sad, which made her heart ache. She had thought that he wouldn’t blink even when the sky fell, but it turned out that he could also be so desperate. There were tears in Olivia’s eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but her tears, mixed with blood, still ran to her chin. It felt so sticky and smelled of blood. There was a nasty smell of rust in her mouth. “Dar… Mr. Collymore…” Olivia slowly raised her bloodstained hand, trying to touch his hand that was also bloodstained. As soon as her hand touched his, he held it with force.

I say confused. He pulls a small vile from the inside of his vest, “Can't have you dying. Came prepared. Drink this.” He pulls the cork from the tiny vile and holds it to my lips. “Drink it little kitty or die.” Reluctantly I open my mouth, and Oliver pours the shiny red liquid into my mouth, “Nope, swallow.” He demands as I try to spit the blood out, but he pinches my lips shut giving me no choice.