Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Novels & Stories

Cold thick liquid splattered across my skin. I gasped, my breath hitching as his weight sagged against me. He was still for a second, his grip loosening, and then he collapsed to the floor beside me. My chest heaved as my head swam with dizziness, but I forced my eyes open, forced myself to look. My hand was sticky wet. A deep red stained my fingertips, smeared across my skin. Blood. My stepbrother’s blood.

After a moment, the man gestured that I remove my finger. I pulled my finger back to see that a fine thumbprint in blood had formed on the area where I kept my hand. The man took a step to the side and Davina repeated the same process. The blood on my finger gave me the creeps. I wanted to wipe it off on something immediately. Then I rubbed my finger against the cloak and snuck a peek at it. It was not completely off, as some stuck in between my fingers. I encouraged myself with the thought that I’d thoroughly wash my hands once I got home.

Also, crimson liquid could be seen flowing from her fingers. “It’s okay. My hands were too slippery just now, so I accidentally dropped the plate.” As Selena spoke, she hurriedly drew a piece of kitchen towel from the shelves to wipe the blood from her wound.

I froze. There was something wrong. Something violated. Tender. Marked. My fingers trembled as I slid them beneath the sheets, down between my legs. My breath caught. The sensation was raw, the skin there swollen and sticky with dried fluids. Some patches had a crusted texture that was unmistakably blood. I pulled my hand back. Crimson specks clung to my fingers like some cursed reminder. I didn’t cry. Nor did I Didn’t scream. Instead, I smirked.

"It's the blood in the pig's ribs. When I was washing the meat, I accidentally got it on my shirt." She didn't believe it, her fingers touched his blood-stained shirt, and water pooled on her fingertips. Only then did she look up and look closely at Derek. She showed him the water on her finger. Derek said calmly. "Because it was dirty, I just washed it again."

"I actually used it to try to pick the door lock? And I told him the card was broken?" No wonder his expression was so strange at that time. I sighed and stood up to clean up the mess on the table. When I picked up Adam's plate that was barely touched, a heavy smell of blood rushed into my nostrils. Some red liquid slid down the tilted edge of the plate, dripping onto my wrist. I frowned and pulled out a tissue to wipe it off, only to discover it wasn't the red wine sauce I had imagined. It was a puddle of fresh blood.

He was still naked and horny; however, that wasn’t my concern. After locating the blood, the first thing that tapped my head was an injury. He was mayhap injured somehow, or some sharp object cut his hand, as a result, the blood clotted in his hand. When I looked at it closely, I knew these weren’t his blood, no part of his body was even scratched. I blew him a minute again, my hand was all over his torso, if there were any wound, I would have located that. I took his hand and brushed my finger over it a couple of times, the smudged of the blood easily disposed of his hand and transferred to my finger.

It wasn't a food stain. It was blood. Thick, dark, dried drops of blood, splattered across the cuffs of his trousers in a large frantic pattern.

He is talking about his wife here, whose life could be taken at any time. He felt his shoes get caught on a thorn as he started to walk once again. He felt uncomfortable because of it. Blood was found on the stick when he activated his touch light and flashed it on the object he had stepped on. He gave it a thorough inspection and observed the suspiciously dense layer of dried leaves on the ground. Dry leaves could only be found there. With his legs, Din strewn the leaves. Yet again, he could see the blood, and when he knelt down to touch it, he found that it was still fresh.

I carefully tiptoed around the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan, then tiptoed out of the kitchen to get the mop and a rug. “Are you okay?” Russo asked as he saw me limping around the house “Yeah, I am good.” I quickly answered without looking at him. I assumed his and my father’s conversation was over because my dad started to walk away and head to his bedroom. I limped back to the kitchen with the mop and Russo staring at me. I knew exactly what his eyes were so fixated on, but my goal was to clean the mess in the kitchen. “Oh my, you’re bleeding!” he practically screamed as he turned his focus to the blood drops on the floor.