Which Blood Type Has The Weakest Immune System

I had anemia, so getting pregnant was not easy for me. My husband and I tried for ten years, and we finally had a son. When our son turned eight, he got into a car accident. The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was A. Both my husband and I were type O. My husband started to suspect that the child was not his and did a paternity test right away. The result showed that the boy really was not his son. I could not believe it and asked for another test, but the result was the same. My mother-in-law accused me of cheating and called me horrible names. My husband asked for a divorce and told me to leave with nothing except my son. We were kicked out of the house and ended up living in a cave in the mountains. A sudden rainstorm caused a landslide, and my son and I were buried alive inside. After I died, my spirit stayed near my husband. I heard him talking on the phone. “Don’t worry. I made her leave with nothing. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.” It turned out he had been seeing another woman for a while and had planned everything to make me leave with nothing except my son. What I could not figure out was how he managed to fake the paternity test in front of everyone. Luckily, I returned to the past. I woke up on the day of my son’s car accident.

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

Growing up, she was accustomed to having her heartbreak severally because of her Congenital Heart Disease. What she did not expect was for her to still get heartbroken immediately after she got her heart treated by those she trusted the most. To escape from the pain of the heartbreak, she made a decision that changed her life in an unprecedented way. *** This is a story that will take us on the journey of how Lorel, who was ignorant of how important her existence is to the supernatural world and at the same time dangerous to her very being. How will she survive it all when even her predecessors were unable to survive the dangers of being the BLUE BLOOD. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~he is one of the oldest of their kind and also the most dangerous of them all. Once he set his eyes on a prey, he does not relent until he gets hold of them, and right now, judging from your encounter with him a few minutes ago, you are his newest prey.” I took a step back out of fear and finally realized why I was feeling that way towards him. It was because he was dangerous. What have I gotten myself into? Why did I decide to drown myself in alcohol tonight and ended up getting myself in this predicament? Not knowing what to say or do, “I…w…why? Why am I his prey? I did nothing wrong to offend him. So why would I be his newest prey?” I stammered and bombarded him with questions. “You will have to figure that out yourself.” His eyes were focused on me as though he was trying to figure me out. Ps - You can also check out my other book; The silver wolf and show your support. XOXO.

A woman with blood that can strengthen a vampire, can also restore the life of a man who died within three hours. But it's dangerous because if she does not allow you to drink her blood, you will die if you violate it, except for her mate. A vampire named Xenon beats our hero's heart. Well, the lady is stubborn, rude, and anti-romantic. She doesn't know about vampires, nor the blood she has because she grew up with her Aunt Liwana. She is angry with her parents because left her without saying goodbye, not even a letter when she was a baby. What if, in just a dream, she would know that vampires are real? Can her mind cope with the information that she discovered about vampires? What if her mate kidnaps her? Will she be afraid of it? This is the story about vampires who are chasing a girl with strong blood in her veins.

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

I broke up with Nicole Hayes, my girlfriend of ten years. It was not her or I who initiated it, but her male nurse at the hospital. Nicole suffered from severe congenital anemia. For ten years, I donated blood to her for nothing in return. During our eleventh year together, just when we were about to get married, I overheard the male nurse in charge of her transfusions say, “Wow, Miss Hayes! Don’t tell me you decided to marry this guy just because he’s been donating blood to you. “You probably don’t know this, but the hospital has a donor compensation policy. Each donation comes with a thousand-dollar stipend. “Over the last ten years, this guy must have made at least $200,000 off you, yet he still has the nerve to guilt-trip you into marrying him? How shameless!” Under Nicole’s shifting expression, he added with a smile, “Maybe I should be the one donating blood to you instead. I also have a rare blood type, but I don’t want money, and I’m not asking to marry you. I’m just kind-hearted and can’t stand people who emotionally manipulate patients.” Seeing the obvious change in her expression, I let out a soft laugh and said, “In that case, let’s do that.” Over the past ten years, I had donated blood to Nicole twice every month. To recover, I forced myself to eat pork liver until I felt like vomiting, and at one point, I became so thin that I was nothing but skin and bones. I thought Nicole understood everything I had done for her. I never expected that a few words from a stranger would make her truly believe I had been profiting from my suffering. Even more unexpectedly, she also came to think that marrying me was nothing more than emotional coercion. If that was how she saw it, fine! I would give her what she wanted. Still, she had better pray that nurse would keep his promise of donating blood to her.