Billy Loomis Bloody Shirt Novels & Stories

Ashton accepts the offer by giving the man a small nod at the same time that the young man breaks the hug with me. “Have a seat, please,” The guy tells us, and we do just that. “I’m Billy, and I live here in this cabin with my family.” Billy’s father returns with proper clothes for Ashton and hands them to him. As Ashton takes off his ragged clothes so he can wear the new clothes brought, I get distracted for a few seconds by how perfect his body is. His abs are a work of art, and should be shown at art shows! “We were attacked last night by armed robbers,” Billy continues his story, and I peel my eyes off Ashton’s hot body. “They were people that we knew and were about to take all that we h

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

Liam says. “Then what should we do? what if Olivia chooses to stay with Billy?” Will said. “No! She's mine, I'll take her back from Billy!” Liam said. But elsewhere, the doctor came to execute a small operation to remove the bullet from inside Billy's stomach. Luckily the bullet didn't go too deep and didn't hit any other organs. "Hey, don't cry, I'm fine," Billy said. "Why don't you fight?" she said. "He wants me to die, you want me to die too, so why should I fight him?" Billy said.

I walked cautiously to it, trying not to show how obvious the effect of the blood had on me. “They are a God send.” I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything else other than the tantalizing scent. Billy stared at me, the edge of his lips rose in half a smile. “Don’t take offense or anything but recently you’ve been dressing in Ash’s shirts, why is that?” “My clothes don’t fit.” I knew that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He was fishing and I wasn’t going to play his game. “Is that the only reason?” His lips were a full smile. “There is no masochistic, self-torture ideal to it?”

Alpha Harlan didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even acknowledge I was there. He just peeled off his bloody shirt right in front of me, tossing it aside. The fabric landed on the floor with a soft thud, already half-dry and crusted with dark red blood. His skin was smeared with it—streaks across his arms, his chest, even up his neck. It looked gruesome, like he’d been in a savage fight. Or like he’d turned Naomi into a victim of one. My stomach flipped again, a mix of fear and unwanted curiosity bubbling up.

“You think this changes anything?” “It will,” I said. “Because I’m going to make sure it does.” Then Forrest stepped forward. “Stop,” he said, voice hollow. Billy glared at him. “What the hell are you—” “We lost,” Forrest said. “I’m done.” Dylan didn’t wait. He fired. Billy screamed as his shoulder exploded in red. Liam cuffed him to the wall like he was nothing. Forrest knelt. And I stared. “End it,” he said.

Shelly's voice sounded behind me, waking my mind to consciousness with my eyes popping open in shock on hearing her footsteps. 'She's still awake?' I gasped under my breath as I turned around slowly to face Shelly who was trotting forward to meet me. "How was your fun time with..." Shelly started to say and paused instantly with her eyes widening in horror when she looked at my clothe. Then she raised her gaze up at me and in a breathless panicking voice and asked. "Liam... Why is there fu*king blood stains splattered on your hoodie?" I quickly lowered my gaze with my right hand holding up my hoodie so I could inspect it to see if what she actually saw was blood and not something else.

Author’s POV ----------- "Please spare me, why are you doing this to us? We work for your boss" One of Billy's henchmen begged as he saw Liam who had just finished killing his other one. He was tied to the chair and he couldn't move, they were to met him for the new job, but instead, they blacked out and when they woke up, they were tied to the chair and now he had killed one. "My boss is that who you think that monster is? I'm different from you, you guys punish innocent humans, I punish people like you" Liam says, his clothes and body filled with blood.

Officer Gomez finished for him. My heart sank. They were convinced it was Darryl. I had to do something. “He was seen shirtless fleeing the scene right after the attack, the timing, the argument..” my father continued. “And now this shirt… It’s a pretty damning piece of evidence.” “But we can’t be certain until we have the lab results,” Officer Gomez cautioned. “I know,” my father said. “But I have a bad feeling about this.” I heard the sound of files being shuffled, and then my dad’s voice again. "Where is the shirt now?"

A switch flipped in my head and my tongue finally loosened. “Liam what is Sally doing here?” I demanded, my voice so frustratingly shaky I wanted to kick myself. I lifted my hand to point at the remorseless, evil creature standing next to my mate. And that was when I noticed it. My eyes grew wide and the pain in my chest intensified so much that it took everything in me to remain standing. Sally was wearing the shirt I'd given Liam as one of his parting gifts a year ago. “Liam why– what– what is she doing wearing that shirt?”