Blood In Blood Out Stickers Novels & Stories

“Get off me…” “Yeah?” My bruised knees press down on his neck. “You wouldn’t have someone on you if you sat your ass down. Neha arrives seconds later, cuffs already out. “Nice timing,” she says. I sigh, sitting up, wincing at the pain. “Son of a bitch.” She smirks. “You’re getting weak.” “That’s rich coming from you. I literally have the kid right here.” We drag him up between us. He spits blood near my shoe. “Police dogs,” he mutters.

“They’re watching. Not the vault. Us.” Bianca’s jaw clenched. “The symbol again?” He reached into his pocket and handed it to her. Black ink. Triangle. Scar through the center. She didn’t unfold it immediately. “Do you know who they are?” “No. But they’re older than our bloodlines.” She nodded, finally looking down at the paper. Inside were seven words: “One was sealed. Six remain untouched.” Bianca said nothing. But her hand tightened slightly around the edge of the letter.

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

I turned away from it for a moment, cupping my nose with my palm and pressing my other hand to my stomach. "We might have a problem." Griffin said. I whipped my head, still pinching my nose. I peered over his shoulders, and saw something disgusting. A teen, dressed in the football jersey and his boxers was stapled to the side of the truck. His stomach torn open. I twitched my body almost falling back as something started to hurt in my chest. I remember this. Not this teen. No, I remember seeing myself. My stomach was torn, skull crushed….. "This cannot be a small coincidence."

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?" "Are you just going to sit back and let this slide? I'm not okay with that." "I won't let it slide." I would not do anything reckless, but I would not let Ethan get off easy either. I wanted him to remember my name for the rest of his life. I wanted it etched into his heart, burned into his skin, a mark so deep that it could never be erased even if he scraped off his flesh. "Don't hurt her." The voice on the other end paused in surprise. "What?"

His eyes were full of suspicion, and all Helen wanted was to get out of there before they see through her "Ko chii icho chinenge ropa(That looks like blood what is that?" asked the man pointing at the visible stain on her yellow jacket. "Aaah itomatoe sauce. I was eating just moments ago." she smiled briefly yet unfortunately she had judged the officer too quickly

Makeup is streaked all over my face mixing with more dirt. I keep my hands over my mouth as I turn slowly. Dread and horror grip my stomach as I behold the worst of it. My back is shredded. dark lines of blood drip down my naked body. A horrific mix of deep cuts and minor scrapes intermingle with each other. Another sob racks my body and I stifle it, biting down on my tongue until I taste blood. ---

I dried my tears and kept quiet as the Enforcers drove me to the Blood Pack territory. We arrived at the packhouse, and the driver drove to the back. There were two doors at the back. One read 'Bloods only' and the other read, 'Service only'. we went through the 'service only' door. The place stunk. It was musty dark, and old. "This is the service quarters." one of the men told me. The place was very unkept. I was ushered to a room that had three bunk beds and six dressers. The room stunk of piss, and I wanted to vomit.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.