Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

"Hold still, little bird." The metal shears are cold against my skin. I press my back into the corner, the concrete biting into my spine. I can't breathe. I can't blink. I can only stare at the rusted blades hovering inches from my chest. The man—Stitch—smiles beneath his leather mask. His eyes are dead things, devoid of light. He closes the blades. SNIP. The fabric of my shirt tears. A long, vertical slit right down the center.

He sped off the road as if someone is racing after him. I lifted up my suit a bit to check my wound that is thickly covered with dressed bandages. So far, I don’t have to worry about it showing through my suit. Blood won’t stain my suit easily with this thick bandages wrapped around it. Besides, my wound is already sealed closed. Pericles seared it up with a stainless metal heated by his fancy cigarette lighter. Performing stitches on my wound would require more time and effort, and I don’t want to go through all that especially if I wasn’t under any anesthesia.

She gasped when it tore the delicate fabric a little by breaking the safety pin and her nostrils flared in anger. She gritted and Damon's head snapped aside as she slapped him as hard as she could and it echoed in the temple. He was still processing what had happened with his stinging cheek. He gritted as fury blinded him and grabbed her throat in deadly grip. She choked as his hold tightened around her neck like a snake. She scratched on his hand as her eyes met his furious one.

Basil I'm supposed to be getting my stitches out today but I'm not going all the way to the hospital just to have a nurse take them out when I can do it myself. I actually called Andre because no matter how many times I've tried to take these stubborn shits out they won't come out. I'm relieved that Layla's not home, she wouldn't approve of what I'm doing. She's out with Thalia and mamá shopping for the babies. "Oww." I winced, Andre pulls on a stitch too hard.

Blaze and Demeter shared a knowing look with a smirk on their faces as thick, thorny vines sprouted around her while he forged two large fire swords and large wings popped out of his back. ‘Ironic that he would say that.’ The three of them charged at her with all their attack, faster than the speed of light, but she evaded everything you even faster. *Slash* Her glaive made a single, simple move; the blade lit with white fire cut through flesh and bones without any effort, and a body dropped to the ground. “One down, two more to go,” Layla called out, holding up the head of Boris like it was a trophy. Blaze and Demeter’s eyes grew wide; their faces blanched with horror, and they shared a wor

She leaned down, her small, pale fingers tracing the edge of his jawline, her cold touch acting as an instant anchor against his feverish heat. ​"I am not shaking for them, Julian," Vivian whispered, her voice carrying a smooth, absolute confidence that made his jaw relax a fraction of an inch. "I am calibrating the path. Hold the line." ​Without a single drop of anesthetic, she drove the needle through the torn muscle fibers. ​Julian didn't flinch. He didn't make a sound. His left hand simply dug deeper into the fabric of his own ballistic coat which still covered her shoulders, his knuckles turning white as he anchored her body against his chest while she stitched him in the dark.

I count softly, enjoying every bit of it. I move to the next loop, popping the second stitch, then the third. With every snap of the thread, the incision gapes wider, looking like a mouth opening to scream. By the time I reach the fifth stitch, the wound is fully exposed again, raw and glistening. The work of the last twenty-four hours is undone in seconds. I straighten up, breathing hard. The itch in my veins settles for a brief, blissful moment and I look down, expecting to revel in the dull, muddy agony of his stare.

The room transformed into a battleground as I seized Damian by the neck, slamming him against the wall. The metallic resonance of my unsheathed sword added a sinister note to the scene, its blade pressing against Damian's throat like a vengeful ruling. "Please..." he pleaded, his voice strained, and I punctuated his words with a swift, brutal stab to his shoulder. The room echoed with his pained growl. Amidst the chaos, Damian's soldiers attempted to intervene but met with the fierce resistance of my soldiers. "She is not dead, but she is not living either," Damian strained to speak, his voice choked. I maintained my grip, the conflict in my eyes mirroring the turmoil within.

Lylah told her. “Okay.” Storm breathed out. Blaze continued to pound into her, their skin slapping against each other. “Once we have marked each other, our bond will be stronger, and no one can take you without me knowing and you will feel the same,” he told her between thrusts and kisses, “are you ready?” He asked nipping her ear lobe. “Make me yours forever, please. And let me make you mine.” Storm breathed out.

It was good to know that he wasn't that strong as everyone thought he was. “ How did all these stuffs even get in your bag" Ryan asked a while later. “ I work with sharp objects sir, it's normal for me to keep them in case someone gets hurt " I said as I kept working. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I tried not to. It's obvious he doesn't want to talk about it. When I was done, I put a new cotton wool and bandage to secure the wound. “ you have to get this stitched up sir," I began.“ I can only help stop the bleeding, it won't heal if you don't stitch it up " I concluded