Novel & Cerita Unwanted Celina Blood

His aim become more focused. A loud sound is heard. I scream. My feet became wobbly. I fell to the ground. My breathing became fastened. My hands found my face. It was wet. My face was wet. I bring my hand to view what it was. To confirm. Red. It was blood. I shriek and throw my hand forward. I push myself backwards as if to get away from my own self. I hit something hard. I quickly turn. The guy was down. He was covered in red. Blood. It was sputtered everywhere. I try to get away from him and end up touching the wet stuff on the floor. More blood. I couldn't breathe.

It's been two weeks and Celine still didn't gain her consciousness back. In these two weeks Daxon has been sitting by her unconscious figure waiting for her to wake up. He was watching Alexander's every move too. How Alexander was impatiently waiting for her to wake up after he brought her to his pack. He killed all the people who knew that she is Celine, the Luna of blood moon pack and hired new servants for her. Daxon was keeping track of everything he was doing to her and he also saw how he was continuously giving her some green colored potion thing in her unconscious state.

The ambulance came. She survived that night, but the doctor told me that her blood pressure had shot dangerously high and needed constant care. I promised myself that I would never let anything happen to her again. But two days later, she died in her sleep. All because of that devil — Evelyn Brooks. There are wounds that never heal; the kind carved not by knives but by cruelty. Julie’s death became the invisible scar Celine carried through every smile, through every silence. It was the moment she learned that love could be punished by the hands of hatred.

The first stitch went in, my fingers already shaking from the silver, the stitches crooked. The second went wide and drove straight into my fingertip. Blood welled up, mixing with the scalded skin. “Oh dear.” Celina leaned in, not a trace of real concern in her eyes. “Do be careful.” I said nothing and kept going. Third stitch, fourth, each one biting deeper into the flesh. Caine stood a little way off, a glass in his hand, watching all of it. He said nothing. On the fifth stitch I finally lost it—a low grunt escaped me, and blood ran off my fingertip onto the pure white fabric, blooming into one small, glaring red flower.

Thank you so much to all mu lovely readers for sticking with "An Unwanted Fate" until the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did while writing it! I hope to start publishing Book 2 in the Celtic Wolf serie:: "A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas" within the next week. Sneak peek: “Mate!” My wolf howled. “She’s ours!” “What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.”

There was no way I would let him do something like that while I suffered the consequences of his action for the rest of my life. I raised her blood and looked at it, trying to see if it would change color or something like that. Anything to give me a clue to if my suspicion was true. The blood didn't change even after an hour of close examination. I opened the container and sniffed it. Leo went wild again the moment he got another whiff of the smell. I quickly closed the lid to keep him at a bay. And that was a good thing too since the door to my office was opened abruptly. I looked up to see Miss Kardashian coming close to me. I forgot too late that the container of the blood was still in m

SHAUN The next day, Celina's funeral was held. Her body has been burnt and we are waiting for her parents to come and collect her ashes. I don't know what to do. The wind is blowing way too fast today. Shane went to get her parents along with many of my warriors. I can't bring myself to go there myself. I sat down in my living room, pouring myself a drink and getting myself drunk. As I poured the last drink in the glass, someone collected it from me. I looked up to see Ronther gulping down the last drink.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

Elena uttered while waiting for the ambulance to answer, and then she bites her finger. “911, what is the emergency?” the man in the other line answered. “Please help! A pregnant woman was hit by a car here in the Parking lot at the M hotel. Please hurry! She is bleeding too much!!!” Elena said. Then she dropped the call. She turns to Alyssa. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave now. I don’t want to be involved here. Do not worry. The ambulance is coming! Don’t let go, and don’t close your eyes. Remember that. I’m so sorry.” Then she immediately left Alyssa and went back to the place where she parks her car.