Blood On The Leaves Nina Simone Novels & Stories

The blood trickling down her body and the sound of her muffled screams was a sight to behold. With sharp and precise movements, I pulled out the device; ripping her nipples and slicing her mammary gland open. Blood spurted everywhere from the destroyed organ, decorating my boots and the beautiful carpet. "It's called a breast slicer!!" I said with a smile. I removed the gag from my spectator and let him utter strings of profanities and curses in Russian. "Do you confess to your crimes Mr. Vladimir?" "Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!"

Simone have been a good friend and confidant for these past days I’ve been alone, but it still not the same with me being around him and I’ve done everything…every activity I could think of in order to get him off my mind, but it’s all to no avail for I find myself snuggled every night under his sheets, engulfed totally in his scent and I close my eyes every night dwelling in memories of him. I have taken Betty out for a run, spent all my days either in fields or at the clinic, but as there are no new cases, there isn’t much I can do—for now. “Hanni!” Simone screamed suddenly, making me jump out of my skin and stare at her in shock wondering why she had raised her voice as we were the only o

Then, the blood starts. Three deep, jagged trenches open up across her left cheek, running from her temple down to her jaw. The skin peels back, white and raw, before a torrent of dark crimson pumps out, splashing onto the front of her white apron. "Oh," she whispers. Her voice is tiny. Her knees buckle instantly. She slumps forward like a doll with its strings cut, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Nina!"

Noora screamed for whatever her voice was yelp was worth. Luciano’s arm finally froze—mid-swing, as if the words finally pierced the blind rage. His breath heaved. Blood dripped from his knuckles. Slowly, like surfacing from drowning, he looked down. Simon wasn’t moving. His neck was bruised blue, his face a pulped ruin. He’d passed out long ago. “No… no… what’s happening?!” A shrill voice tore through the chaos. “Simon!!!” “NOOOO--- SIMONNNNN!!!!”

Summer turned, ignored all the chaos, and stormed out with a mocking smile on her lips. She had gone too far? Did either of them think about whether they'd gone too far when they'd betrayed her? Against her better judgment, she turned back to see what was going on. Simone was crying on the ground. A mixture of snot, coffee, and tears streamed down her face. She looked like a pathetic mess. Hank was right next to her, gently dabbing the coffee from her face and consoling her softly. Simone also flailed her arms trying to clean the coffee from her clothes. As she did so, a pink diamond ring sparkled on her ring finger.

Simone looks around curiously and tries to see what else she can pick up on. Together, we concentrate and listen to the trilling of the forest just off the deck. There are sounds of little feet… no paws scratching. There are little flutters, and maybe an owl somewhere in the distance. The stars are brighter, and so is the moon. The leaves are greener, the air cleaner. A warm nose is suddenly rubbing the side of our face, and for a second, Simone panics. I assure her that Red is nothing to fear, just the opposite. Outside of our mate, he’ll always be our fiercest protector.

She leaned on the rough bark of the silver birch tree as she gawked at Simone who couldn't hold the urge back, her vanilla scent pulled her closer and she rushed toward her. She just stood there. RUN BITCH! Simone thought. Shuddering. Simone's fangs brushed against her cold skin and she bit her, sinking it into her neck and draining her blood. “I told you to stay away from me.” She pulled away from her neck. Blood. She craved more. She needed more. She would tear her apart.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN~ I try to pull her up. And that’s when I see it. Blood. So much blood. It stains her clothes, spreads across the floor, thick and dark and real. My brain refuses to understand it. “What… what is this?” My voice comes out small. “Nina? Talk to me. What happened?” She tries to smile. She actually tries to smile. But her lips tremble and no sound comes out.

At this moment, two strong arms suddenly pulled her into his embrace. Nina's heart was frantically wanting to stand up, Leonard couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, he mockingly said: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your underage 'ribs'." After speaking, he still couldn't help but glance at her exposed areas, outside her shirt, her two white legs were tightly stuck to his chest, Nina suddenly chuckled, she remembered Adrian had also hugged her like that, but no matter what, she always felt that hug was very strange, unlike this person's hug, being in his warm embrace like that, she suddenly smelled the scent of blood, raised her head and discovered that his white shirt was al

I whimpered, my body trembling and out of my control once again. “I do, Aspen. I do.” Simon said quietly before pulling his hand away from my face, and showing me the blood that coated his large hand from the cut the child had left behind. “How can it get to you? How can it touch you?” “I-I have no idea, but it told me it was free Simon, it said they were coming for me.” I said through my tears, as I watched my blood swirl into the water from the shower, spinning as it went down the drain.