Novel & Cerita Written In My Own Heart's Blood

“What the hell was that?” I looked at the blood on my hands, the power humming in my bones. And I whispered, “War.” —

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. ......

But deep inside my chest, the whisper of my father lingers— You cannot run from blood, child. Blood always returns.

I swear it on the blood that runs through my veins. My blood turned to ice. What the hell did that mean? And why now?

When I got there, my heart sank, blood everywhere. "What have I done?"

And from what I had experienced in life, the heart was as deceitful as a serpent. Groaning my frustration, I chugged down the burning liquid in the tumbler with a wince. This shit was driving me insane.

Why, then, was I so attracted to this plain, common, middle-class human? Why was my heart beating so? Why was my blood rushing through my veins? I would see her again soon. I must see her again. No matter what. How does the phrase go? Though Hell should bar the way. Unbeknownst to me at the time, eventually it would.

A heart that had been broken. A heart that had survived every attempt to silence it. She whispered to herself, as if sealing a vow with blood— “A heart can love. But mine? Mine kills.”

You softened the parts of me no one else ever reached. You made it beat again after years of nothing but blood and violence. This heart beats only for you, moglie mia. Only you.

Or through fame The heart begins to get cold and void. That's my story.