Novel & Cerita Rose With Dripping Blood

Rose felt a dangerous twitch in his hand, it could not be ignored. “I am…” His face turned to the side. “I am fine.” “You sure?” “Yes, I am-” A loud cough erupted from his throat, and a huge clot of blood followed suit; it landed on the table and spread its liquid all over as if displaying a rare beauty.

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?'

Forgetting for a moment that Willow and Phoenix have a direct link to my thoughts. ‘Your granny’s tea.’ Willow reminds me about the tea granny makes me every month. It helps with the pain, and seems to make the bleeding less... like a crime scene. “Rose. What is it? What’s wrong.” Phoenix pants as he bursts through the door with a panicked look on his face. “Why do I smell blood? What happened?” he looks down at the bloody patch growing between my legs. Yeah. I probably shouldn’t have sat up until I had something ready to soak it up so I can waddle to the bathroom. Where even is the bathroom?

A tiny crimson bead of blood welled up on my skin. "Careful," Greg murmured. He had been standing a few feet away, but at the sight of the blood, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding. I reached back in, more cautiously this time, and gently lifted the object out by the stem. It was a freshly cut, incredibly thorny rose. The petals, which must have originally been a dark, velvety red, had been carefully spray-painted pitch black. The edge of every single petal had been meticulously lined with a border of sparkling silver glitter.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

He was non responsive. “Kaleb?” Danica asked, still holding his face in her hands. Seconds passed which felt like hours as they stood like that. She looked down briefly at the flower in her hand and saw his blood droplets combined with hers were now slowly turning the white petals completely red. She looked down confused as to how three drops from her and three drops from him could do this. Within minutes the flower was now blood red. As the flower turned blood red Kaleb inhaled gasping, his eyes shot open and he reached out like he was trying to defend himself.

More blood flows from above her, wetting the strand of her hair so she looks up and what she sees almost killed her from the inside. The man Rosa has come to love has an arrow protruding from his left chest. Making things worst, he collapsed in front of her and the room around her turns into chaos when vampires dressed in black are fighting everyone else there.

The physician's assistant was standing by the bed, a handkerchief clutched in her hand. The assistant, a young woman with a gentle face, leaned over Ragnar as he coughed up another mouthful of blood. She reached out and placed the handkerchief over his mouth, trying to catch the blood as it spilled out. The handkerchief was quickly stained red with the blood, evidence of the severity of Ragnar's condition.

The blood splashed on her face before the body fell on the floor. Ivory fell limply on the floor, when she killed the assassin it felt like all her strength had vanished as if the adrenaline pumping in her veins had disappeared. Ivory cleaned the blood on her face and stared at her blood stained palm, she began to breakdown. She couldn’t believe she killed someone, controllable tears streamed down her blood stained face. She looked at Chloe direction and noticed Chloe was lying in a pool of her own blood. She staggered to Chloe and quickly held her head on her lap. Chloe’s blood stained her hand. She noticed a large wound at the back of Chloe’s head so she placed her hand on Chloe’s wound an

"Theo." Rose continued to mumble a little, occasionally rubbing her face uneasily. Rose's footsteps moved back and forth in a straight line. Hoping Travis would return from his business soon. "Here we go, Miss." It just so happened that the man appeared as soon as Rose noticed the door leaf. "Whose blood are you holding, Travis?" The frown on Rose's forehead interlocked. Two bags of blood made her feel strange. Why would Travis stock the thick red liquid in the mansion.