Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

"What even are the specs on this thing?" My coworker Zack slid it back across the desk, frowning hard. I was still fixing a design draft and barely looked up. "Latest model. Core Ultra 9, RTX 5090, 128 gigs of RAM. Why?" "No shot." Zack shook his head. "I opened Photoshop and it froze for, like, three minutes straight. My busted three-year-old laptop runs better than this. And look." He tapped the bottom panel. "There are screwdriver marks back here. Looks like somebody opened it up and slapped it back together." My chest tightened. I grabbed the laptop and flipped it over. Two fresh scratches sat near the vent. The edges looked like they'd been pried up. I went still. Three months ago, when my cousin borrowed it, the laptop had been perfectly fine.

"You were never meant to be mine... but now that I have you, I'll destroy the world before I let you go." Amara Voss only wanted a quiet life, one far away from the brutal underworld that tore her family apart. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Dante Moretti, the ruthless and dangerously seductive kingpin of the Italian Mafia. He claims her. He marks her. He obsesses over her. What begins as a debt her father owes becomes an obsession neither of them can control. Trapped in a golden cage of diamonds, secrets, and blood, Amara fights for freedom. But can she survive Dante's dark world... or will she fall deeper into the arms of a man who would kill for her? Because when a Mafia King is obsessed, there’s no escape.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * “Stand up and bend over the bench.” I comply with his orders. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” “Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” “But do you deserve it?” He taps his hardness on my wetness. “Just f**k me, Steve.” “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little this time. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good.” He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. “You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me”

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

"When does a person die, when it stops breathing, when its heart stops beating?" "No a person dies the moment it looses hope, that's when u become an empty shell, a living doll when you have no more expectation from the world, where there are no feelings just emptiness" "Many people would think that immortality is a blessing little do they know that this is the cruellest curse someone can give you" ******** *creepy smile* " Oh Celea you really think that you will ever be able to live me" he was caressing her face, he looked like he was crazy... "what are you talking about?" " I'm saying that you will never be able to escape me, I won't let you go even if you love someone else, you are mine" " your hair belongs to me" touches her hair " your lips belong to me" touches her lips " the eyes that look at me with indifference belong to me" touches her eyes " your heart belongs to me..." his finger went down her neck to her heart, action wich made Celea look at where his finger's at. Claus than goes to her ear and whispers " your whole existence belongs to me Celea"

“You shouldn’t have found me.” Zara thought it was a joke. A wrong number. A mistake. Until the messages didn’t stop. Until the feeling of being watched followed her everywhere—into crowded streets, quiet nights, and even into the office of the man who was never supposed to notice her. Sebastian Vale doesn’t get distracted. Cold, controlled, and dangerously composed, he built his empire on precision and people like Zara were never part of his plan. But from the moment she stood in front of him, nervous and defiant, something shifted. Something he refuses to name. Something he cannot control. As Zara struggles to hold on to the one thing keeping her afloat her job, her past begins to bleed into her present in ways she cannot escape. Because someone is watching. Someone who knows her. Someone who is waiting. And the closer she gets to Sebastian, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because he isn’t the only one who found her. And this time— running won’t save her.

Candice crystal Falls: Bubbly, fun loving girl with a perfect family who cares about her so much as she is their single child. She can be very fiesty and sarcastic if you get on her bad side. About her looks she is a blonde beauty with grey eye's , luscious waist length blond hair and a milky white skin tone. Her height is 5'6 with long legs and her body is just like any model. Zachary Achile DeLuca: Italian Billionaire, Arrogant and cold are the perfect words to describe him, he doesn't give a shit to any person except his best friend nicholas. He's HOT & HANDSOME, you can say like a gift to mankind with 6'1 feet height , messy dark brown hair with dark blue almost black eye's. he and his best friend nicholas are known as the richest people on planet and won hottest bachelor award. If you try to mess with him, he will remove your existence from the planet. So you can say he holds grudges and sorry to forget he's a playboy. Girl's are desperate to get his attention. He get's what he want's and now he wants candice and he will get her either by easy way or the hard.

Kizzy sat up and winced as she pulled her large t-shirt off. Breed simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,” he whispered. "But I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t,” she assured him. “Please…I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.” Sitting forward, Kizzy pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses. Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...Breed is a big man. He stands at six foot four and is close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.