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"If you're so healthy, why are you bleeding like that?" Maia looked down, and the moment she saw it, she fainted on the spot. Almost half a gallon of blood poured from between her legs. Her skin might've looked perfect, but something else was clearly going wrong. That meant the pain-transfer system had really kicked in.

Noah was lying in the bathtub, his head resting weakly against the edge, eyes half-closed. The water was a deep, horrifying red, thick with his blood. It looked like he’d been bleeding for a while. “Noah…” I whispered, my voice barely coming out. He didn’t respond at first. Then another weak groan escaped him as his head lolled slightly to the side. I rushed forward, my legs almost buckling beneath me as I dropped to my knees beside the tub. The water was so red it made my stomach turn. My hands shook as I reached for him, pressing against his naked chest, searching desperately for the source of the bleeding.

It's like their morning routine. ‘‘Okay!! No more bets—’’ My words cutted by a person. ‘‘Missy! Missy!’’ Caleb came into the living room, shouting my name. ‘‘What's wrong? Caleb?’’ I asked, walking towards him. ‘‘I think you need to see this!’’ He said, showing me his iPad. A video played on the screen and I also panicked watching the video. Red!! Blood is my weakness and strength both. I didn't think twice before I ran out of my house towards my bike.

I complained. His frown deepened as his gaze drifted past me. I followed his eyes and saw blood smeared across the white sheets. My gaze settled lower on my thighs. His cum mixed with blood was smeared there too. I bit my lip, my gaze refusing to meet his. The sudden realization of the blood made my lower stomach knot painfully. “Uhumm.” He scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering between the blood and my face. “Shit. Should I call the doctor or— Baby… I’m so sorry, but is this normal?”

The doctor came out and she sprang up as he walked to meet them. "Laurel stone?" She nodded frantically. "Are you the only relative?" "No, my parents are on their way. Is there a problem?" "Ummm…he suffered an injury in the head and.i noticed a few strange scratches on his skin I can't really decipher." They both gasped at once and Heaven took a step closer. "Scratches?" Laurel asked and he nodded. "Then about the results, I'm sorry but your blood didn't match. Your blood is not compatible for the infusion."

Chapter 26 / Part One (The real part) Chapter 26 Melek "Habbab?" shit, he's passed out, my hand fills with his blood while with the other I try to drive the car. "Habbab, wake up, please don't die, did you hear me? Don't die right now. Please." I try to shake him to get him to react, but nothing happens. There is too much blood and I don't know how to stop it. "Concentrate, Melek, Concentrate."

The doors slammed shut. I was left in the corridor, shaking, drenched in his blood, my breaths ragged and broken. Minutes bled into each other. A doctor appeared, his expression grave. “We’ve stopped the bleeding, but his blood pressure is unstable. He’s lost more than we like.” My legs buckled. “Do whatever you need—take mine—take all of it—” He shook his head. “His type is extremely rare. AB negative. We don’t have enough in our bank.”

Mango's heart couldn't help but skip a beat when she heard Nathaniel's question. Is there really something wrong with me? "Harris looked at them and whispered, ""Yes, your blood is a little abnormal. Bettany is an expert in this area. Take a look.""" "Bettany took the data and glanced at it. She quickly exchanged a look with Nathaniel and whispered, ""I need to channel out her blood as soon as possible. This thing is contagious.""" What is it?

before closing the door behind him. Gabriel blinks and shakes his head at his two men, then stands up but staggers backward. That stupid feeling inside of me takes over, and I rush to him, holding him, so he doesn’t fall. I can feel his eyes boring into my head, and when I look up into his eyes, they’re that clear blue that makes him seem human - clear blue and confused as fuck. “Careful, you took quite a bit of the bullets and arrows….” I trail off and ease him back onto the bed. “They soak the bullets in the juice of the baobab fruit, so you’ll be out of commission for…a…while….”

Just… sadness. "I understand. This is not a punishment, it's a pardon. I want you to know that." He says, kissing th boy on his forehead. Then it happens. Balthazar exhales—softly—and the boy gasps like he’s been punched from the inside out. His body trembles, veins darkening under his skin. I blink. Blood. His blood. It’s moving. Upward. Outward. It trickles from his nose first. Then ears. Then a thin line runs from his eyes like crimson tears.