Blood On The Leaves Nina Simone Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't acknowledge the tension in the room, or the silent tears running down my mothers face. Once again getting eye level with Simon, I let the blade glide through the same spot as before, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he tries to ignore the pain. His bright red blood running down his chest as the wound struggles to close, slightly festering as it mixes with the poppy. "Not so cocky anymore are we, Beta?"

** Remy’s POV ** My chest goes tight. “No,” I whisper. Nina’s standing in the centre of them like she belongs there, her once-pristine doctor’s coat shredded and smeared with dirt, her expression is as blank as the rest. Leo exhales. “Is that…” “Yeah,” I nod. “That’s Nina.” For a long second, no one breathes. The only sounds are the steady trickle of the stream and the quiet hum in the air, that same unnatural vibration that has crawled under my skin since last night.

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.

He was also in all black, a black t-shirt with black jeans and boots, but he also had tattoos littered all around his arms, and he was glaring at me. Before I could assess the girls, Sienna's impatient voice cut through the silence. "Scram already, you're interrupting." Then as if I was worth nothing, they all started conversing and planning something it seems. Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I didn't let them spill. I turned and swiftly made my way out of the door. It looked like I'd be locked out of the room for a while.

Willow's Pov I could feel the walls closing in on me as the reality of what I had done sank in. Simon lay lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading around him, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. And Simone... Simone was trembling with fear, her eyes fixed on the bloody knife in my hand, her mouth opening and closing in silent shock. "Willow," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You... you killed him." "You killed him!" She screamed again.

to gently hold Nina. Subconsciously, she reached out to touch the back of Nina's head. Then she felt some warm liquid. Anna instantly drew back her hand, her face pale, and said incredulously, "Nina... you ..." Looking at the blood on Anna's hand, Nina subconsciously leaned back a bit, and said with a very painful look, "I am actually bleeding. Please get your hand out of my sight. I'm blood-sick..." After saying these words, Nina felt dizzy.

“Call Nicolas if you want! I don’t care!” “You little bitch,” Simon hissed. “I’ll make you turn around myself.” Before he could step forward, Milene spun around. She held one arm over her chest and used her other hand to cover herself. Water streamed down her face, mixing with her tears. She looked disgusted and angry. Then her eyes landed on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” Simon said, breathing heavily.

He prayed in his heart. ----------- Carina is bleeding profusely on the floor. Blood pooling around her body, smearing her beautiful nightgown with the ominous red color. She is laying still over there, with her chest arduously moving up and down. Beads of sweats streamlined her ashen, beautiful face, while her backside is wet with sweat.

She couldn’t control the tears anymore. A deep cough erupted from her throat. She coughed intensely till blood began to drool from the corner of her mouth like a vampire that had just fed from its prey. Santiago, shocked to see the red liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth, launched forward to help her. “Get your hands off me, you weak scumbag.” She shoved him away, her teeth gritting in rage. “Nina, you are bleeding,” he still came forward to help her.

Like the world was balanced on that thin metal seam, and any breath too loud would tip it into hell. My hands were shaking. I curled them into fists, nails biting into my palms, grounding myself with pain because if I didn’t, I was going to lose control. Completely. There was still blood on my shirt. On my hands. Nina’s blood. I couldn’t wash it off. Wouldn’t. If I did, it would mean accepting that she was no longer in my arms and I wasn’t ready for that reality yet. “She’s strong,” Nico said quietly beside me. He didn’t look at me when he said it. He knew better.