Blood In My Husband's Boxers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

'Something like? He handed the boxers to me with... 'Pads?' 'Yeah, you don't need to be ashamed you know it is part of you and is natural.' Awe, I did marry the right guy. 'How did you know?' I had to ask. 'When you left you got message from your phone, I didn't mean to pry but it was bold. Being the curious me I read it, it was notification from your app that you might start your period today. Then I saw spot of blood on the blanket.'

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. My breath catches in my throat at the sight before me. Standing before me is my husband in a white shirt stained in deep red, blood soaked down to his sleeves and dripping off his fingers. His eyes behind his clear glasses are dull, his jaw is tight, but I can see a look of surprise when his gaze falls on me. Forgetting all the hate I have for him, I surge forward. “Oh my God, Ian! What happened? Are you hurt?” My hands fly over his body in a panic, checking his chest, his arms, trembling fingers searching for wounds.

This was war. All of my bravado faded by the next morning when I had to rush Roman to the medical center. He could barely even walk. A few hours had passed since Tara ran the tests. But I was freaking out. I had gone to speak to Nigel and the others to make sure they kept my husband's whereabouts discreet. Roman was hunched over in bed when I walked in. He held a basin in his hands, his shoulders shaking as another harsh cough tore out of him. Dark red blood splattered the metal.

His skin glistened in the light, tinted red from all the blood flooding his muscles. He had a container in his hand, some kind of protein mix, and he shook it before he took a drink. “Don’t knock.” I missed what he said because I stared at him so hard, completely captivated by how strong and sexy this man was. Not just any man…but my husband. “Sorry?” After he took another drink, he smirked, like he was fully aware of my distraction. “You don’t need to knock. Just walk in.” “I didn’t want to be rude.”

“HE IS MY MATE. MY HUSBAND. YOU WILL LET ME IN OR I SWEAR I WILL HAVE YOU BOTH STRIPPED OF YOUR POSITIONS With that I shoved past them, my shoulder ramming into one guard's chest, my hand already reaching for the door handle. I threw the door open and as I barged in, the world tilted on its axis on the sight that lay upon me. Blood. So much blood. The metallic scent of it hit me first, thick and cloying, making my stomach lurch. It was everywhere—soaking through the white sheets of on bed, pooling on the hardwood floor, staining the hands of the pack doctor who knelt beside the bed. And in the center of it all was Darrell. Lying pale and still. And even struggling to breathe properly. His sh

I saw blood being flushed into the water. My heartbeat quickened as I remembered the entire incident. I returned from the restroom with my eyes closed. "Mr. Kashyap! Your wife has requested you?", the doctor said. "All right," I said as I entered the OT with the doctor and saw my wife drenched in sweat, tears, and blood. "Jaan, Are you okay?", I inquired. "J.J.ji", She said this while holding my hands and entering a semi-conscious state of mind. "Doctor! What is the matter?", I nervously inquired of the doctor.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

I can never forget this beautiful memory with my husband, we finally consummate our marriage. He fell asleep already and I had to take the bedsheet to wash in the washing machine because of the blood stain and had a fresh bath wearing his big shirt I saw in the wardrobe. I knew his clothes were there since I saw his little luggage in the room. I caressed his face and kissed his lips before going to bed.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO After he had stopped, he went straight to clean himself. I was still in his room because everywhere was full of blood. What do I do? Blood is still coming out from my p#ssy, is it because I deflower late, or it is natural? I was just looking at myself like a fool. He came out of the bathroom, and he was surprised to see everywhere full of blood and blood still rushing out from me. “What do we do, why is it still rushing out this way”

Is there happening anything personal that you are stopping me. I asked her... But she remained silent. Move.. I said & after pushing her aside softly. I entered in his cabin. I barged & instantly regretted my decision to come here. My husband was lying under a women & his shirt two buttons were opened. several marks of her lipstick was printed in his shirt & face. I felt disgusted.. In never thought in my worst dream that one day I will see this scenario. After noticing me that lady stood up Who the hell let you enter here....