Beatrice Basler Strike The Blood Novels & Stories

Flashback, After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor. A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor. She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain. Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clan

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.

“You can't win a bloody boxing match and just because some pretty girl is f*cking you –” I punch right across his jaw, feeling the vibration through my whole body. He stumbled back, covering his mouth as his lips bleed. “Say one f*cking word about her and I'll forget everything your family has done for me!” He glances at me, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip, and smirks. He smirks at me in the same crooked way he ever has. “But don't forget your own slutty mother and murderer father.” +++ The note Celeste wrote me the other day, 'keep breathing', is lying on the table in front of me in my apartment. It ridicules me.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

I clutched my stomach, blood staining my fingers. Yaz's voice crackled through the comm, panic lacing his words. "Boss! Alexei! Are you okay?" I gritted my teeth, trying to regain my footing. Mikhail's laughter echoed, a triumphant melody in the midst of the turmoil. His aim had found its mark, a calculated strike to cripple me. "Alexei, damn it, answer!" Yaz's urgency filled the air. "I'm still standing," I growled through the pain. Mikhail's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, reveling in the perceived victory.

His face was full of confusion as he asked, "Babe, what did I even do wrong?" I tried to get him to stand up, but Betty stopped me. She pulled me to the couch and raised her chin at Trent. "Did you cheat on her?" Trent's eyes widened, almost popping out of his head. "No way! If I had that much time, I'd rather code a few more lines!" Aggrieved, he shuffled on his knees over to me and tried to plead his case. Before he could say anything, however, he noticed the bandages on my hand.

Raising up on her knees, she reached for his belt to unbuckle it. With a growl, Drake grabbed her wrist, hard. "Bailey, I don't recall telling you that we are dating, nor do I remember hearing you knock on my office door. And you know the rules around here. You seem to think that because I have allowed you in my bed a few times that we are an item. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even that great. You were just a release. Now, let me set you straight on a few things. Get your over-used ass off of my lap and get out of my office. Once you've done that, get your shit and get the hell off of club property. You have no respect for the rules, and you have no respect for boundaries. I've had severa

The walls and floor were streaked with dried blood, like snakes gnawing at my heart. A suffocating feeling overcame me, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't ignore it. I lunged forward, grabbing a nurse who was directing the cleaning crew. "Whose blood is this? Whose?" My eyes were red as I demanded, "Is this Valentina's? No, it can't be, right? It's not Valentina's, right?" I didn't care about her answer or the shocked looks around me. I muttered to myself, trying to keep it together.

The slap echoed through the glass room like a gunshot. ​Beatrice gasped, clutching her face, her eyes wide with shock. No one had ever touched her. No one had ever dared. ​"That stain," Elara said, her voice trembling not with fear, but with five years of repressed, volcanic rage, "is the only future you have left. He is the blood you claim to protect, and he is the soul you tried to incinerate."

More days pass and Graves keeps a precise record of how many lashes he has given Elizabeth because he knows that as soon as he hits that 990 mark he has only 10 lashes left and then she is his. The last 10 lashes by Beatrice’s orders had to be done with the whip dipped in their Deaths Door serum. Now this serum is deadly even in the watered-down state that is used, if whipped enough times the consequences can be deadly.