Blood On The Leaves Nina Simone Novelas e Histórias

I didn't even realize I was crying until a tear slid down her cheek… no, my tear… my agony transferred onto her skin. Simone appeared at my side, blood dripping from her nose and the edges of her mouth. She looked just as wrecked as I felt, maybe even more. Her hands trembled as she rummaged through her pack. She pulled out a small green leaf and held it to Alison’s nose. “What the hell is that?” I asked hoarsely, my voice barely my own. “Mint leaf,” Simone replied, panting. “It’s highly medicinal. Used in ancient healing rituals. It’ll pull her back… hopefully.”

Scarlett lay there alone, her blood mingling with her hair, creating a scene that filled Nina with unspeakable sorrow and shock. This couldn’t be real. Nina's tears stopped, her legs feeling weak as she slowly approached Scarlett. She used all her strength to lift Scarlett, wiping the blood from her face. "Scarlett, wake up." The blood didn't come off easily, so Nina used her sleeve to wipe it away. "Wake up, your face is dirty, not pretty anymore. Get up and clean it. "Ah..." Nina's voice was filled with pain. "You can't die. You can't die..."

The dagger she used on Nessa was stuck in her. "...hük..." She forced the last word of the spell out and she disappeared. Just as she appeared in what seem like a pack ground, she spat out blood and had it smeared on the child's face. The child did not stop crying the whole time. Simone did not bother to look back, she dragged her feet towards her destination. Blood oozed out from her wound but she did not let it stop her. Her clothes were soaked with her blood. No doubt, that she was losing a lot of blood. The dagger was still stuck in her belly.

The blood knives splattered against the barrier, sizzling like acid as they melted away, but the relentless assault began to wear it down. The protective barrier shattered with a deafening crack, and the blood knives slammed into Nina’s arm. She gasped as the acidic blood splattered, searing her skin with a sizzle. Her clothes disintegrated in patches where the blood touched, revealing raw, bubbling flesh beneath. Nina clutched her arm, her teeth gritted against a scream. But the pain was excruciating, like fire and acid tearing through her veins. Her breathing grew labored, her vision swimming as the greenish rot began to spread.

The only response she got was the sickening scrape as the scalpel sliced into flesh. "This is the debt you owe, Simone." With those words, the blade sank into her. Blood splattered onto the hem of Anthony's pristine clothes, but he didn't even flinch. He held up a fresh, warm kidney in his hand. It was her left kidney. Simone screamed and jolted awake, staring straight into a pair of familiar eyes.

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

I saw fear registered in her eyes. "Lana Green, it is unfortunate and quite condescending for you to think I will be petty enough to make you stand trial for harassing me and calling me a whore. It also shows that you are yet to learn and may never learn. As Luna and a divine wolf, I have bigger issues to deal with, so I can't afford to be petty. We are having this trial because we want a lasting peace in Blood Moon country," I said, and Adam looked at me. I knew why. That was the first time I would call our country Blood Moon country. I smiled at him and continued.

Inside is the most intimidating black dress I've ever seen—something between velvet and liquid sin, deep V-neck, thigh-high slit. "Isn't that a little much?" I squeak. "Not for you." Simone's tone softens. "The goal is to make you impossible to ignore." The next hour blurs—hair trim, citrus face mask, subtle spray tan. Then Simone sets three boxes in front of me. "Lingerie. Pick one. Or I'll pick for you." White and innocent. Red and dangerous. Black and unforgettable. "Which would Gale have picked?" Simone asks, eyes sharp. "The white."

The red ooze soaked Vincent’s shirt and cascaded into a grotesque stain on the white sheets. Nina moaned and distracted me from the corpse, drawing my attention back to her. Her back was gorgeous, with slender lines and perfect curves. She had some of Vincent’s blood splattered across her skin, and I ran my fingers over the droplets, smearing them all around her creamy flesh. My cock hardened inside her as I brought the letter opener to her back and trailed the tip of the blade down her spine, being careful not to go too deep. I used my fingertip to scrawl my name on her ass with the blood of the first kill I’d ever made for her.

The slight, almost imperceptible shake of his head told me everything. The basement was empty. Rita wasn't there. Rage surged through me. My hand slipped into the pocket of my dress, my fingers closing around the small, concealable blade Nehemiah had insisted I carry. I stepped closer to Jenna, my mind made up. If I couldn't find Rita, I would force Simone into giving her back with the only thing he valued - his daughter's life. But before I could move, the music stopped. "Ladies and gentlemen," Simone’s voice boomed as he stepped onto a raised dais. "Tonight, we celebrate the ultimate commodity - potential."