Trace Drop Of Blood Through Heart Novels & Stories

’ I mind link Xillon and Zane and take off, sprinting out of my room and down the stairs. Halting as I reach the hood of the car, my heart pounds a mile a minute. ‘Don’t just stand there, dumbass. Help your mother, like she asked. If anything bad happens to her, I’ll blame you.’ Trex chastises me, and I spring into action. I Thrust the door open and pull Silver from the vehicle. Her body instantly goes still and I can’t detect a heartbeat. I sprint down the two flights of stairs to get to the ceremony chamber, put her on a stretcher, and start compressions to her heart.

I felt my body collapse. Vital signs such as breathing, blinking, thinking, froze for what I assumed were a few milliseconds. My lungs released all the air stocked in them, and they only recovered after my oxygen supplies dropped to precarious levels. Immediately after, I felt my heart pumping blood again, slowly yet determinedly. I could feel it moving through my veins and arteries, leaving tickling traces all the way through, and making all its way up to my face until it reached my cheeks. Oh yeah. My cheeks, ladies and gentlemen, were giving themselves quite a feast up there.

Since Olive is somewhat irritated by Thomas's behavior today, she shifts her reports a bit excessively, causing a few sheets to fall to the floor. Thomas sighs, and Olive sneers. However, their movements are too synchronized when they reach for the fallen papers. Until, accidentally... God! Is there a CCTV recording in Thomas's room? If there is, they're in big trouble! How could they be so careless? Well, not careless, it's just a pure accident. An accident that feels too beautiful to be just a fleeting moment for Thomas. Their lips meet!

Successfully, I injected the empty needle into a visible neck vein, and I pulled it out. "See, No blood." I chuckled while pulling the plunger again to fill the syringe with air, and like a darling, I Injected it into him. "Sadly, Red is not romantic tonight." Our eyes met and the rage behind his own was capable of blowing my brain off. I was sure he could have done a lot if he could have escaped from my trap, so the plan was to kill him. I kept Injecting him over and over until his body began to mellow. He collapsed on the backrest and began inhaling slowly. The more air I injected into him, the more the blockages in his blood vessels. Meaning the heart was not getting a proper supply.

Blood trickled down his shirt, staining it with a dark red streak. Cliff didn’t stop. He quickly squeezed the trigger again. The next bullet lodged directly into Vein’s thigh, causing him to collapse to the floor with a painful groan. Vein tried to steady himself with his hands, but his eyes reflected both astonishment and rage. He hadn’t expected Cliff to actually pull the trigger.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

No one ever told her what went wrong, not her parents, not his. Everyone just went silent, as if the truth had been buried with the past. She never fully recovered. The heartbreak shaped her—made her swear off love entirely. Until she met Noah. At first, she didn’t trust him. She kept waiting for the moment he’d walk away too. But Noah was gentle, patient. He treated her like she was something fragile and precious. By their second year together, she finally believed he wouldn’t hurt her.

Nickey would never know. Then they turned a corner and Michael disappeared from view. "Sir?" The paramedic working on Trina looked grim. "We need to get her to surgery immediately. She's hemorrhaging." "Will she be okay?" "I don't know. The fall, the stress, it might have caused a rupture. We'll do everything we can." Trina's eyes fluttered. "Nickey?" He took her hand. "Right here." "If I don't make it..." "Don't talk like that."

The curtains were wide open, dancing to the tune of the wind. But the window itself was…broken. A trace of blood drips onto the frame. My heart dropped.

I said sharply. No response. Her breathing hitched again. Worse this time. Krager moved closer instantly. “She’s losing too much blood,” he said. My heart dropped. “What?” He reached toward her side. And that’s when I saw it. The blood. Not just smeared. Flowing. Dark. Fresh. It had soaked through her clothes, dripping down slowly, steadily, unnoticed in the chaos, in the movement, in everything we hadn’t stopped to see. “No,” I breathed.