Accidentally Touched Dried Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Olivia says with a smile. "An accident?" "I won't want to put it that way... but don't worry it's because of me. I had something to do." She shakes her head and look at his hand which are resting on the armrest of the chair. She raises an eyebrow curiously. She can't read people's thoughts but she can read hands well. Her eyes shift to his palm where she can see faint lines of the old scars, she frowns a little and reaches towards them. "What did you do? They look painful."

I pull myself off of his softening cock and reach from the stash of baby wipes that are hidden under the couch. When I finally find them I pull a big handful of the moist wipes from the packet and start wiping the streaks of my white juices off his manhood. I was too caught up in the moment to think about how he would react to my come. A sirens sexual bodily fluids are dangerous to others outside of our species, it can cause death with prolonged exposure. I need to clean him up quickly. Had I known I would be having sex tonight I would have bought an antidote with me. His eyes have gone dull as his senses are being shut down one by one from the toxins now running through his system.

Monet slowly comes to and sits down holding to the floor with one hand. "What... What happened? The last thing I remove is..." she starts then she feels her wet lips with her hands and looks at her fingers. She sees blood and she screams, "oh my God. Oh my God! Blood! Blood! Where... where... Where did blood come from? What did I do?" She asks and I take a wet paper towel from the ones on the table and I help wipe her lips as I soothe her. "Monet, it's okay. It was an accident," I say but that makes her worry more as she touches herself everywhere.

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

I lean down and touch the droplets of blood, and like I expected, it was fresh enough for the droplets to stain my fingertips. One of the things we were taught in the academe is that whenever we feel like a fellow consort was taken and they were injured, we could always tell if the culprit can still be caught. It all depends on the sun and the blood. Blood dries after an hour, in room temperature. Judging from the heat, it should have dried much faster. It was still fresh. They were still near. And we can catch them. Yohan caught on to what I was thinking immediately. “We can do whatever you wish to, after we give him a burial and after we make sure his family is alright and taken care of. W

Maybe she was inside and couldn’t hear me because of some sort of soundproofing, even though the house didn’t look like it had soundproofing. I opened the door to one room. It was empty. Then I moved to the next room. When I opened the door, I saw a pool of blood on the floor at the center of the room. It had seeped through some clothes on the floor and the floorboards and was spreading rapidly. I took a few steps closer to it, crouched down, and slowly touched the blood. When I did, the blood was wet, dripping back from my fingers onto the floor—not dried and sticky, like someone who had been left there for days. This was a very recent occurrence.

My eyes got wet quickly due to the extreme pain of my left hips that just hit the table and I was about to try to stand up from the floor even though I was still having a hard time when I just suddenly felt wet from my down there. I thought that it was just an alcoholic drink that was suddenly spilled the moment that I accidentally hit the table but it was not because when I touched that wet with my finger and when I already raised my hand to look at what is it, I saw blood from there which made quickly envelop with so much nervousness and so much fear.

I bow my head and look at the glass shards shattered on the floor which are stained with my blood, “But please... Let me clean this up for you before I go. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” As I promise, I slowly squat down on the floor. I wipe the blood off my face with my sleeve, and then I start to pick the glass shards up with my bare head. However, when I collect the glass shards, my blood keeps trickling down and turning them red. My fingers turn red in no time as I touch the glass.

Emma reaches me on the platform and only the Goddess knows why, driven by the fear that by the reckless behaviour of my father she could get the wrong idea and hurt herself by touching me, I turn around, grabbing her arm that she is holding out to me. “Em,” my whisper joins her hiss as I already pull back. I watch her wide-eyed as a gasp resounds from the crowd. Her hand wraps around her forearm, blood dripping through her fingers. Goddess, it’s getting worse.

I’d been ignoring it well enough, but this time, when I pulled my fingers away, my skin suddenly stung in the breeze and my fingertips felt wet. Stopping, I looked down at my hand. My fingertips were red and sticky with blood.