Blood In My Husband's Boxers Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you think you'll be able to get away from me?" He took a deep breath and I could tell he was resigning himself to this new situation. "No, Ma'am." "I think you're right about that." I took a moment to look at my husband. His chest was rising and falling with each rapid breath he took and his penis was throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. I also noticed that his cock was dripping and a little pool of pre-cum was forming on his stomach. "You're so worked up, aren't you?"

As if my body wasn’t already broken enough. “Water…” My voice cracked like dry leaves. “Please, I’m thirsty.” She nodded quickly and disappeared, returning with a glass. I drank like I hadn’t tasted water in years, each gulp burning its way down, I handed her the cup with a slight nod. She moved closer to begin her task but then, the door slammed open. He was there, my husband. Framed in the doorway like some dark god, his presence sucked the air out of the room. Blood was splattered across his white shirt fresh, his jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable.

She caught sight of something large and red in her periphery vision. Her son. The walls surrounding him near the bottom of the staircase were streaked in haphazard webs of blood. His wrists had been slit. Agony filled her, burning hot. Everything fell away. The faster her heart beat, the darker it got. Then she saw what was left of her husband lying on his side near the couch. His neck had been ripped open. False teeth shoved inside. Jeans around his ankles. Where his sphincter should have been, there was a red rose of meat. His genitalia were not in the room.

A pang of pain hits my chest, this was meant for their baby. I walk further down the hall and enter the main bedroom, I see women’s clothes spread out over the bed and a light on in the bathroom. I walk over to the bathroom. Once there I see a man on the floor of the bathroom, slumped against the wall. Scarlet blood coated his neck, I held my breath as I looked on in horror.

Was I allowed to confront him? My head spun in different directions. I got hit with dizziness. I stumbled back, clutching the edge of the bed for support. It couldn’t be true, could it? There had to be some sort of explanation. He wouldn’t do me like that, right? But the evidence was right there, taunting me. The lipstick stains. The condoms. Look at me. Learn from me, don’t go searching your husband’s room, you might find something that would consume you!

So much so that he actually began to cough up blood. “Oh my God,” Maria gasped at the sight of the blood that had stained her husband’s shirt. “Honey, are you alright?” she asked frantically as she stood up from her seat and rushed over to his side. “Do we need to get you to the hospital?” she asked as she patted his back in the hope of getting the cough to stop. While still coughing though, Mr. Henderson just shook his head to say no. In between his coughing though, he was able to say that he didn’t need to go, but wanted to go up to his room and change his shirt.

Maybe he would die somewhere and I would be free. The thoughts halted as I oiled my elbows. I listened but I did not hear the sound again so I put down my lotion and walked back to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back only to freeze as the door opened. The scream was stuck at the tip of my tongue with my eyes taking in the sight before me. My husband walked in and the man was drenched in blood. It clung to every pore of his and left his hair sloped down. His shirt had turned crimson, clammed on his skin.

He went into the bathroom and started a shower. I got up and followed him in. "Let me help you." I took his sponge and helped him clean the blood off his chest. His hands were tainted pink. "I thought you didn't like blood" he asked. "I'm getting used to it, being married to you...and I see alot of it at the gym." He turned and pinned me against the wall. "You've been spending alot more time there." He kisses my neck. "I enjoy sparring." He turns the water off.

We entered a private Ward, and the smell of antiseptic and blood became more intense and stronger, I didn't brace myself enough to witness the sight that was displayed for me, my husband was lifeless on the bed, all colour drained from his body, his head hooked to a machine. “What? Is that Hunter, ” I stuttered, tears flowing freely, regret sinking deeply, even if I had told him to wear a bulletproof vest, this is not something that can be prevented by a bulletproof, he looked like he survived a meteorite collision, I did not know when I let out a loud sob, clutching his hand as my life depended on it. “You can't leave me, you said you were going to come back to me, you promised to take me b

Hard voices commanded. We saw three masculine built men with black masks, gloves and leather jackets walk in with fully loaded guns. “Get on the fucking floor now!” I fell to the floor and the sound of a gunshot pounded through the roof. What is happening? I slid my eyes open and saw my husband in a pool of his blood with Ariel crying beside his lifeless body screaming at the top of her lungs. “Nooooo…” A large cry broke out from my throat and next thing I felt the metallic taste of blood forming on my tongue. My head whizzed out with my ears growing heavy and cold.