Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

Anita was grateful that the wound wasn't large because she noticed, just like with his hands, the toughness of Blake's skin, which caused her to use more strength than usual to suture his wound. From the corner of her eyes, she saw how intently Andrew and the three goons were looking at her hands curiosity and focus written on their face, "this first loop that I created is called the first throw, I have two more throws to create then I will start the process over again as I work my way down". Anita spoke as she used this time to teach as she continued along with her surgery because she could see that Andrew and the rest, except for Samantha, were showing interest in what she was doing.

I ask trying to sound as brave as I can despite my pumping heart. "Stop talking!" He growls crawling closer to me on my bed. "Noooo!!! Please stop!!" I scream out loudly as the blade shines brightly the moment he raises it up ready to stab me. "Noooooooooo!!!" I jolted up immediately my heart thrumming against my chest erratically. My clothes were soaked in sweat and a sheer of sweat forming on my forehead. My eyes cleared up from their blurry state and that was when I noticed that, that was just another one of my nightmares.

Alpha. *Mate*. The recognition slammed into her like a physical blow. Her wolf howled in triumph, in joy, in terror. Maya did the only thing she could think of. She turned back to her patient and said, very quietly, very professionally, "The wounds need cleaning and stitching. He'll need antibiotics and monitoring for at least twenty-four hours." Behind her, she heard a sharp intake of breath. The tension in the room ratcheted up another notch. "I'll leave Ghost with him," Blaze said after a long moment, his voice tight with something Maya refused to analyze. "The club will cover all expenses."

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

The idea shredded through me. Blaze caught my wrist with surprising strength. "Micah. No hospitals. Do what you learned in those mission trips. Or I leave bleeding." I looked at him, heart pounding so hard that I felt lightheaded. And then I acted. I gathered up everything—Scissors. Towels, clean. The medical kit that I always kept for shelter crises. My hands shook as I hacked off the tattered shirt. It had ripped apart in the fight — bloody, gory, red and angry. I worked quickly, cleaning, pressing, stitching with fumbling but determined care as he sat there like a rock, giving away his pain only in the odd gasp.

Blaze also stared at Ace's member while Ace was frowning as he checked the reddish part. "It hurt Blaze, look it's all red" Ace whined and complained while he continued to hold the tip. "Whoah...what the...fuck?" Ace yelped again when Blaze suddenly engulfed his tip by his mouth and teased the slit with his tongue. "Hmmph..." Blaze hummed and it vibrated in every vein of Ace's member that it came to life like an awakened anaconda. "Fuck...Blaze...argh..." Ace growled and grunted while Blaze continued teasing his hurt tip which doesn't hurt anymore.

The bond, the wet stickiness between my legs, was too strong. With half-lidded eyes, I put my palms at my sides, touching them to the wall. “I want a proper apology,” Blaze said, looking me up and down. “And for that, I have to make you feel as tortured as I did.” My heartbeat raced, and I had to close my eye to try and ignore the beating against my skull. “I’m really really sorry!” I tried again, throwing my head back as his feather-light fingers travelled further up my stomach, between my breasts. My nipples hardened, and he hummed to himself in approval.

In addition to the three pieces of equipment, Sebastian also found a skill book, the very one that almost killed him - Blazing Flame Slash. Spiritual-grade skill - Blazing Flame Slash: Swing a giant blade forward, dealing 1000 basic damage to enemies within a 30-meter range. Inflicts 'Armor Break' effect lasting 5 seconds. Mana cost: 500 points, Cooldown: 60 minutes. Requirements: greatsword skill aptitude above 40, Foundation Establishment stage for sword cultivation. Unfortunately, this profound skill is specifically for greatsword cultivation, something Sebastian cannot learn. However, he decided to keep it; perhaps he could sell it for a good price later.

She explained. "Thank you. Gracie, saline." I say. So Gracie hands me the saline and I was out her wound. And I show Gracie was the butterfly stitches look like. "I won't forget those. I love butterflies." Gracie says. "Really. Me too." I say. And I put four butterfly stitches over Leah's cut on her head. " That should heal pretty quickly." I tell her. "Thank you." She says.