Why Is Elena Throwing Up Blood Novels & Stories

Damien ask Elena who have been tied down on a chair. "I .I did nothing wrong Demmy, she came to where she did not belong to," Elena said for Damien to smirk.. "Stupid.'" Damien said as he signal the guards to press the red button. The current pass through Elena making her to shake steadily till Damien ask the guard to stop. Elena have never been treated like this her whole life, her stomach felt like all her organs have been displaced on different position as she throw up at her side due to all the alcohol she took yesterday. ''Yulk." Edward said throwing saliva away as Elena vomit smell so bad.

I saw elena tied up and was physically harmed, her eyes were wide open with a mix of fear and determination. I shouted her name in anger Elena!!!!!!!!!!! I shouted, I rushed towards her and cut her bindings with my claws. She looked at me in disbelief, shocked , surprised and relief. Gabriel? I knelt by her side, deeply concerned about my flooding chest. Are you alright? What happened? Elena took a deep breath, her voice was shaking and unstable. "A man….he wanted to use me as a weapon against the pack. He also said that I have royal bloods, that I could cause chaos.

She asked as she rushed to grab the earlier drink. “Burning sensation,” Elara gasped and coughed, almost spitting out her intestines. She watched the fluid on her hand and her hand trembled in her sight as she blinked repeatedly but the colour didn't change— the red stains didn't leave. “Will this help?” Isabella turned to her friend with the mug before she paused seeing the blood on Elara's hands. “Elara—” “Poison,” the words escaped Elara's mouth slowly and Isabella's eyes widened before they dropped to the mug in her hands and at once the mug slipped out of her hold, shattering hard on the floor.

“Okay, okay. So nothing tragic… just billionaire problems.” Elena forced a small smile, but her stomach twisted—not with hunger, but with that strange nausea she had been fighting all day. It was milder now, a dull roll under her ribs, but still there. Another symptom she was trying hard not to let Vivian notice. She moved toward her sketch table and sat carefully, pretending to organize her pencils. Vivian hovered behind her, suspicious. “Elena,” she said slowly, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale. And you’ve been touching your stomach since morning.”

But Lorenzo never looked back. Elena’s breath came in shallow gasps as she lay crammed inside the narrow ventilator shaft, her blood pooling beneath her. The bullet had torn through her side, and though the bleeding had slowed, her head spun from the pain and blood loss. Her body trembled, muscles aching, sweat soaking her shirt. Every breath burned. She could still hear them—Diego’s men. “Check every corner!” one of them barked. “She’s bleeding, she couldn’t have gone far.”

“she smirked. Tension built in the air, as Elena shrieked nervously. She couldn't raise her head, she further averted her gaze away from me. “You should drink the tea while I'm still being…” Before Amy could pronounce her words, Elena already gulped the content. And I hurried to drink mine with doubts running through my mind. Maybe I was hallucinating. “Wrr…”Elena vomited, throwing the delicate teacup in her hands at me. It flew through my forehead, and I felt a slight pain.

"They found Drake's car. Abandoned. On the edge of the city." "Any sign of him?" "No. But they found blood. A lot of blood." "His?" "Unknown. The lab is running tests." Elena walked into the room. Her bandage was white against her dark hair. "The blood is not his," she said. "How do you know?" "Because Drake does not bleed. He makes other people bleed." "You sound like you know him." "I do. I knew his father. I knew his mother. I knew him. Before he became a monster."

Queen Diana rushed to hold onto her before I could. Elena's eyes were as red as fire, she looked pale, her lips turning a shade of blue, “What ... .did ... .you …put …in ... .the …..milk?” Elena asked as she clutched her tummy. I rushed in front of Elena, “What’s going on? Are you in pain?” It all went down when Elena coughed out blood on my face. She was about to fall, but I caught her, and we both sat on the floor, “Get the physician immediately,” Tristan ordered.

I wouldn’t even fight him on it because if Elena died, then I would deserve nothing but to be put to death. After Elena lost the baby, I had to take on the job of cleaning her up because she didn’t have the strength to do it herself. We didn’t have any evidence of the lost baby until she took off her clothes so that I could bath her. I swear I have never seen so much blood in my life. At first, I put her in the bathtub because I knew that she would not be able to stand in the shower, but I soon realised that that was a terrible idea. The water turned red as soon as she sat beside it and I had to remove her and get her in the shower in the end. As j carried her from the bath tub to the shower

I breathed, catching her arm just as she slipped and gazing into her fear-stricken eyes. What the hell was happening? “Oh goddess, Michael, I'm bleeding-” Elena wheezed, and her face turned a sickly green in the low light. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck straighten as I lowered her to the cushion, feeling the rogue shamble up behind me before his raspy voice scratched in my ear. “Oh shit-” And that was when I glanced down to see it, long patchy streaks of dark red blood that stained her thin black dress and porcelain legs.