Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head. “Stop it. Please stop it” I pleaded. Even with my eyes closed I could feel some tears forming behind the lids. A hand collided with the side of my face, forcing my forehead to bang against the steel bar that was holding it down. I opened my eyes again and the tears fell. He laughed. He sounded both happy and really creepy. “Are those tears?” he chuckled and wiped his finger over the wet streak on my cheek, “No!” I screamed,

Blood. The warrior shrieked as the first few droplets of my blood tears landed on his face. It rolled down to enter his ears. His rotting wounds started closing up. The black veins on his body that were no longer intertwined, started fading out. His dull, pale skin filled up with colour.

His voice came out more weak and broken. He fell hard to the floor. His knees hit the carpet with a dull, heavy thud. Sweat poured down of him his face like rain. His breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. He looked up at me with hurt, wet eyes. Eyes that once saw me as family. Tears mixed with the sweat on his cheeks. My chest filled with cruel pleasure.

Blood slid down my temple, darkening the carpet. Rosalind stood backlit in the doorway, the love bite on her collarbone burning my eyes like a branded mark of shame.

"DECLAN." I'm crying, I'm crying so much I'm drowning in my tears. "DECLAN" I'm being ripped open. Pure agony surrounds me. Blood there's so much blood. "OH MY GOD DECLAN." I'm screaming so loud as the tears fall into my mouth. No. I fall to my knees on the cement floor before Declan. There's so much blood. To much. His shirt is soaked. I'm screaming. I'm sobbing. I'm breaking. I'm in hell.

My stomach curled in disgust and I knew I was between the thin line of throwing up on their faces. "Her tears taste sweet too! Her blood smells different and... unique. Who knows what more we could discover from her? The leader will undoubtedly be proud of us for this newfound discovery!" Durcam exclaimed with excitement. He took another tear from my eyes, nearly blinding me with his sharp fingers, and repeated the grotesque act.

Tears stung my eyes and slipped down my temples. "Fuck…I am indeed pathetic".

I rasp softly, my gentle tone taking an even darker voice as I shift my hips the slightest bit, letting her feel what belongs to her. “You shouldn’t let anyone make you cry!”I murmur as I run my knuckles up her cheek swiping at the now dry cheeks that were soaked in tears few minutes ago. "You should only shed tears when you’re choking on my cock! Not for a man who abandoned you, not for any man at all”I growl out, and Rhea's chest inflates and I drop my gaze to the swell of her breasts still clad in her hoodie. I slowly move my hands helping her out of the hoodie as I fling it across the room, revealing the white tank top glued to her skin.

Please, give Christian his wife back. Picking a sweat pair I got into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror, my whole body was a canvas of red and blue. My eyes puffed up, and the corners burned from wiping the tears continuously, yet more demanded to spill as my heart felt the constant pain like it's been brutally torn apart.

Deborah's POV Tears were streaming freely down my face now, hot trails of salt water that burned against my skin as they fell. I could taste them at the corners of my mouth, bitter and metallic like blood or fear or both mixed together. My vision blurred with the moisture, making the harsh light from the overhead bulb seem to shimmer and dance in front of me like something underwater.