Novel & Cerita Sasuke Crying Blood

His blood painted the floor like a warning—an ugly, crimson masterpiece of justice. Ryu had done it. He had ended him. For me. For our child. A savage snarl still rumbled deep in Ryu’s chest, his canines bared, his body trembling with barely-contained rage and grief. His clothes were torn, soaked in blood—Craig’s blood—and the knuckles that held me so carefully were shredded and raw. He looked like a god of war... or a monster born from heartbreak. I tried to lift my hand, to touch his face, to anchor myself to him—but my body betrayed me. My strength seeped away, bleeding into the cold floor beneath us. The room tilted violently, and darkness, thick and beckoning, rushed to claim me.

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

It was a warning. Serena cried as I walked closer to her, her breathing becoming ragged while she tried desperately to drag herself backward. Her tears mixed with the blood running down her legs, and the sight did nothing to soften me. If anything, seeing her terrified expression only reminded me of Knox and everything she had done to him.

Arito's chanting didn't cease, and I felt it again, a sharp object, definitely a blade, cutting into my flesh. The metallic scent of blood drifted into the air. My blood. I could feel it sliding slowly down my skin, warm against the coldness of the chamber. Tears clouded my vision as I bit my bottom lip, suppressing a scream. "It is done.” I heard him say, and immediately I yanked my hand away, utterly petrified. The veil was lifted from my face, and light flooded my vision so suddenly that I blinked against it, my pulse hammering violently in my ears.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

My footsteps falter, blood rushes to my ears, and my heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. The easy task of filling my lungs with oxygen suddenly feels almost impossible, and I tuck my gun back into my holster. “Fuck…” I hear Niko mutter. Yeah, sickme… I sink to my knees upon reaching the almost naked and lifeless body; a chill runs deep in my veins, and with shaking hands, I gently raise the head that is stained with dried blood. The instant I see Stuart’s face, my heart ceases as I draw him close to my chest and let out a heartbreaking cry that seems to echo through the silence.

I fought so hard and still felt the tiny pieces of glass scratching my legs and I moved. “Please, please don’t kill me” I begged, hot tears spilled down my face when I had managed to turn myself on all fours with his hand still in my hair. I felt moisture gather at the top of my head. Like my words offended him, he tugged me harder and liquid trickled down my forehead. I was bleeding. A large chunk of the destroyed glass appeared in my blurred view and I picked it up hastily, it sliced open my palm by the sharp sting that followed.

he sighs, then continues, "He told me that my mum just died" "Wha... " she looks at him with her mouth open wide, he moves closer to her and covers her mouth with his hand. He turns his head around checking if anyone heard him, then he felt a liquid flow on his hand now covering her mouth, only to turn and see her crying. "Stop crying, Love. Please". "Sasuke I'm so sorry" she speaks with his hand half-covering her mouth, "Honey, gosh... I'm sorry" she said while the tears flow freely down her face and unto his hand.

Sim rushes behind him. Tears slide down my eyes. My throat chokes with tears. My chest begins to hurt. My breath is audible to my ears. Yuvaan's grasp tightens. " You promised. We'll not cry. " Sas says, crying. Saavi hurries at me. She cups my face and swipes my tears with her thumbs, " Achraj... " Her voice is almost a whisper. Sas looks at Yuvaan then at me. She parts her lips. Her tears choke her, it doesn't allow her words to push out of her mouth.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.