Novel & Cerita Blood Splatter On Wall

I had to be strong—the woman I’d built myself into after my heartbreak had all but destroyed me. I forced myself to straighten off the door. Force the thoughts down. Study my surroundings. A king-sized bed sprawled in the center of the room. Thick curtains covered half a wall’s worth of windows. A set of leather sofas sat before a massive wardrobe on the far side of the room, and a closed door likely led to an ensuite bath. Hopefully with a shower. It wasn’t until I stepped away from the wall that I noticed the blood splatter on my shirt. I plucked at the white cloth to study the splotches of dried rusty-red. Where had they come from?

"Sir, you..." "You know what? I don't even need the money anymore. How about I just trash everything here? When I'm satisfied, I'll leave. Is that okay with you?" He grabbed another object and hurled it at the wall. As it smashed, a person near the impact area gasped; her face had been grazed by a shard of glass. Blood trickled down her face, and she stared in shock, the sight of her blood making her dizzy.

All that remained was a smear of dark blood near the door… and a thick, silver claw mark etched violently across the marble wall. Was I having a nightmare in broad daylight?

I wiped the crimson spilled over my shoulders and left of my face with a white cloth I have prepared earlier just for this purpose. My stiff hands were gritting with force as I remove the splatter of blood from my face all while staring at the horror before my eyes, sitting comfortably on a red couch remembering if I ever did my work this messy before. Bodies atop of one another and their blood spilled like hot milk on the slight sheen of the floor. The air is thick with the stench of blood as though you licked the rust off of the metal.

I screamed. The entire room was a mess. My clothes were torn and littered all over the floor if claws had been used to rip them apart. The books Emily had gifted me to kill time were burned, and their ashes were everywhere. The curtains, flower vases and other items were either smashed into bits or broken. But the worst part was the wall. The wall was covered in blood. Blood that spelt out one word. Traitor.

Walter's palms slammed into it without even touching her body, and the next instant, his hands split open, blood spraying. Then, he flew like a ragdoll straight into the cafeteria wall, smashing a massive hole in it. "Walter!" Scarlett screamed.

Audrey and I exclaimed at the same time. "How? Why?" I asked. "I don't know why. But the most important reason is how?" Layla rushed out, pacing up and down. "There were splatters of blood on the wall of her room. She couldn't have left on her own accord." "Oh, my goddess!!" Audrey yelled, holding her chest as her breathing increased. "Babe..."

Blood staining Bob’s fur and dripping off his teeth. More guards began filling the ballroom; soon the unwanted guests were outnumbered. Chasing the rest of them off, Marlon stood breathlessly staring around the ballroom. Blood was splattered on the walls and the ground; tables were knocked over and food was, and beverages were scattered across the carpeting. The medic maids came through to tend to the wounded and remove the deceased from sight.

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

I guess that's an option, but what will I do if he serves the second time because it spilled? Everyone started eating AND drinking. I raised my bowl close to my face. The smell is awful, and I am feeling nauseous smelling it from close. I unbalanced my hand and it fell down. And I didn't check carefully that it fell on my dress a little. During fights, there are many times when blood covered my dress, but having blood on my dress this way is kind of weird. "Oh! Did it spill?" Nagki spoke and snapped his finger two times, and some maids ran to the table.