Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The sharp sting shoots straight to my cock and I cry out, hips jerking. “F-fuck— Blaze—” “That’s right. Say my name while I hurt you.” He slaps my already burning ass again, then immediately squeezes my balls tight in his other hand, rolling them roughly. The pain is intense, borderline too much, but it makes my cock throb so hard I feel dizzy.

Cindi said, firm, yet her voice was weak. My brows knitted together in pity. Her hair was stringy and clinging to filth. “You need medical attention, too. You can’t help him right now.” “But—” Cindi started to argue, but I cut her off with my next order. “Someone get Cindi out of her and give her some fluids. Immediately.” Cindi was taken away, and I quickly got to work on Blaze. Now that I was up close, I noticed the red lashes on his ribs and deep cuts on his stomach. I wanted to cry. Why was Celeste particularly wicked to Blaze? What did he do to her?

The words hit Jun like physical blows. Jun looked at his own hands. Smooth. Manicured. Unstained. He thought of Min’s hands, scrubbed raw but forever marked. I need you safe. "Done," Felix announced, his voice thick with emotion. He snipped the thread and taped a sterile pad over the stitches. "It’s not my best embroidery work, but it’ll hold. No heavy lifting Beak, and I mean it! No fighting either." Baek rolled his shoulder carefully. "Thank you."

Her hands, typically used for the precise measurement of exotic herbs and oils, proved to be incredibly steady and dexterous. First, she used sterile gauze to pack the wound and stop the heavy bleeding, applying painful pressure. “The bullet grazed you” she confirmed, peering closely at the torn skin and muscle tissue. “It went clean through, but it's deep. It needs stitches to prevent infection.” “And you're going to do the stitches? You?” He quizzed in doubt. “Will you do it instead?” Bluey was outrightly rude. “Thank your stars that I am like this, young lady. You'd have been grazing that mouth of yours on the floor by now.” Khaid threatened.

I’d never fired a gun in my life so I didn’t know much about those types of weapons But even so, I knew enough to know that THAT bullet was no ordinary bullet. Hazel had a towel pressed over Liam's wound. “I need you to hold the wound together while I stitch it,” Doctor Darren told her. Hazel nodded and with both hands, she pulled his cut skin together until both sides were touching. The doctor was fast. He quickly pulled the medial thread through the wound, pulling tightly with each stitch. In less than five minutes, a tidy series of stitches held Liam’s stomach together. The doctor then pulled out a small pill and slipped it into Liam’s mouth.

Alston’s life depends on this. Finally, the last stitch is in place. I tie off the thread and cut the excess, leaning back to survey my work. The wounds are no longer gaping, but they still look angry and red. I grab the bandages, wrapping them around his torso to protect the stitches and keep the wounds clean.

Cassidy screamed in despair and struggled desperately. But in the end, Zayn pinned her down on the operating table with brute force. "Now, it's time for you to repay your debt to your sister. Don't worry. Kidney and liver extractions don't hurt at all. When Cadence did it, she never cried out in pain—not even once." Cassidy could no longer process his words. She only knew that Zayn had gone mad, but she couldn't fight him off. She could only watch in horror as he raised the scalpel over her.

Instinctively, she rolled, patting the fire in the hope of extinguishing it while shouting at the top of her lungs. Hail clenched his fist; the flame vanished. “I told you not to blink!” “What? What t-the hell was that—was that for?” She remained on the ground, distracting herself with the clouds because the first-degree burn he inflected her with was throbbing so badly it’s making her sick. “This is the kind of training you need, Blame. If you can ace this, you’ll stop collapsing from Shraine.” Rolling her eyes, Z snorted. “Yeah right, it will, only I’d end up dead even before I achieve it.”

Not now. Satisfied that nothing is out of place, I step back inside the cabin. She's still where I left her. I remove the makeshift bandage from her throat. She has a deep laceration on the right side, slicing open the delicate skin and exposing her muscle. Now that the bleeding has subsided, I can stitch the skin together. I knit the flesh as best I can with the needle Cassie gave me for repairing tears in my clothing, my stitches tighter than necessary. I hope it holds.