Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

I didn’t know tears slipped out of my eyes until he wiped it away with his thumb. “You’re my wife. No one can ever come close.” I felt like my heart would burst from the overwhelming feelings. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go inside, you’re getting cold.” I nodded, finding it hard to get any word out. When I pulled back, I noticed the faint red mark on his chest. He noticed I was looking and spoke. “Is that blood?” I exclaimed. “Eric’s blood,” he replied casually. Shock surged through me. “What?!”

As soon as it landed, the door burst open. Trembling in fear, unsure of what had transpired, all that was evident was Philip's wetsuit, torn by knives. Dark, wet stains covered the white sheets beneath him, and I realized in horror that it was his blood. Tears streamed down my face as I watched them quickly take my husband away.

**There was blood on the bed covering his wife’s cloths. ****** ******

Xavier was meant to inherit both mafias, which meant my future was far worse than Pier and Francine’s. A knock on the door echoed. I hurriedly searched for anything that would remove the foul taste in my mouth. A complete set of personal care products, unopened, rested on the shelves. I reached for the mouthwash, gargled it before opening the door, revealing my husband. “Are you alright?” he asked, face void of any emotion. I nodded. “You?” He nodded as well. “You have blood on your clothes,” he commented, as if that’s the most important thing we should worry about.

The wind gave me shivers. I knew I should have brought a jacket earlier, I thought to myself. But I did not move but stared at the woods. I stood up not waiting for another minute and walked in the direction of my husband. I called out his name and stopped when I saw the back of David. "David-" my voice cracked when I saw a red color spreading on his white blouse. David slowly dropped to the ground and so did my heart. In front of David's bleeding body was a man wearing a black jacket, a mask that only covers his eyes, and a knife covered in blood. My husband's blood. My eyes only stopped at the blood on the knife being wiped by the man with his finger and he smiled at it.

When they saw Sur Shadow and I approach, their voices died down and they all stopped to look at me. No one said a word as we made it to the door and walked in. As soon as I looked at the bed, I let out a loud gasp, one filled with terror. There he was. Barlion, my husband, was laying on the bed on his back, the bed sheets turned red with his blood and a small man pressing a white cloth over the wound on his chest. Sir Shadow helped me get close an tears slid down my cheeks as gazed over his oddly pale skin.

He wasn't himself anymore as he pulled his shaft out of her while West kept whimpering in pain. Her p^ssy was so red and blood stains were on her skin, Lincoln roughly took his shaft and pushed it in her again, while brushing past her walls aggressively and this time, West cried even more violently. "Argh Damn it..." she choked on her tears as she raised her head off the bed, she cried out in pain as her husband lost control. "Lin, please....Ahh" Just then, his eyes sighted the blood and his eyes turned pure red. He stopped at his pace and licked his lip.

But the curiosity that niggled at me was much stronger, so I willed myself to move forward. The door that led to his study was slightly ajar and that chilling darkness that loomed in the air hit me in waves, a shaky sigh escaping me. One step was all I took, stepping into the study and walking in on an ear-shattering gunshot that sounded three times. My heart jumped multiple times, and my steps wobbled. My brain went bleak as my eyes met the shirtless physique that belonged to my husband, his upper torso drenched in blood with a gun in his hands. What the fuck?!

She is too shy to even think about trying them on. She lay down on her side of the bed and was about to fall asleep when she heard the door opening and closing. She lifted her head and looked at her husband who just walked inside while holding his suit jacket in his hands. She didn't immediately notice it because of the dim lighting in the room, but when she did, she gasped with shock and immediately rushed toward him. There is a blood stain on the right side of his shoulder, and based on the slight wince on his face, she can tell that he is in pain.

So i again try to move from him and this time he let me go and turne the side, facing his back to me. I wrapped the extra blanket on me and got up from the bed.I winched in pain between my legs and sit again on the bed. It feel like many needles pricking down there. I saw a red strain of blood on our white bedsheets, proving that my husband took my virginity while making love to me.