Bloodied Hands Adelaide Forrest Novels & Stories

As soon as Amanda landed, Mayla's large tail swung out, throwing Amanda back into the trees. Ruben, the man with two different eye colors, dashed between her legs in an attempt to hit the soft part of her belly, a normally fatal wound. Much to his dismay, his mace bounced back. In annoyance she swatted him aside with her large paw. I simply sat back as I watched their futile attempts to capture Mayla.

Or was it the fear of what was coming after? “Fucking bastards!” Rain heard Aldo spit out. She’d never heard his voice sounding so hostile before. Her lids twitched and she willed herself to open her eyes...She felt the glass particles touch her pupils and probably scratch them, she but down a hiss of pain and tried to take in her surroundings with teary eyes. Aldo was put in a kneeling position with two men holding him up. His shirt was covered with a large patch of red, definitely his blood...He must’ve been seriously hurt as well!

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

he murmurs, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. I rest my head on his shoulder. Most of the men—especially the lightly injured—have already gone, many fetched by anxious mates. “How are you with the blood?” he asks. “It was worse at first. But I think I was too freaked out about you to let myself feel sick.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “When Corbin came to the house alone and said you were here...” “I know,” Vanda murmurs, stroking my hand again.

"We need to get you to a hospital." "No," I grabbed his arm, a new, icy resolve hardening inside me. "Vincent will find out. Stick to the plan. The death has to be real." "But, Miss, your condition..." “The blood?” I forced myself to sit up, a grim smile touching my lips. “It just makes the story more convincing. We do it now.” With my last ounce of strength, I smeared more blood on the sheets. Then I opened the safe and took out the divorce papers I'd prepared.

The woods awaited them, dark and silent. In the clearing, a solitary figure. Alessandro. The same eyes as Salvatore. The same cold smile. And in his hand, a black rose. Welcome, nephews. The family is reunited.

she whispered, pressing the knife against my throat, “I’m taking the rest.” I watched as Henry, my fiancé, pulled my sister into his arms and gave her a sweet kiss, the way he used to with me, while my parents stood behind them and laughed. All the while, I was here on the floor inside a dirty warehouse, bleeding to death, and the people I call family didn't give a damn. If I have to get a second chance, I'll make them pay

A sleeping position that definitely tortured his neck, making me realize just how much exhaustion he was bearing. I fell silent, letting my eyes record every detail of his very calm face. Who would have thought, just by watching him sleep, my chest rumbled fiercely. There was a strong urge that made my hand move on its own, wanting to touch the strands of his messy hair. Damn it, just as the tip of my finger brushed against his strands, Reid jolted in surprise. Instantly I pulled my hand back, reciting a prayer hoping he wouldn't realize my lie as I pretended to sleep again.

even a heart that has long been dead can still hurt so much that you can't breathe. By the time the Ironspike pack's driver pulled up, Adelaide had already stormed off, still muttering curses under her breath. I climbed mechanically into the backseat like a soulless puppet. Only after the tinted windows rolled up, completely cutting off the outside world's prying eyes, did I gently pull back my sleeve. My pale arm was densely covered in horrifying, dark purple bruises, looking exactly like the hideous claw marks left behind by a demon. I bit my lip hard, desperately forcing back the tears clinging to my eyelashes.

Baston gasp in surprised, he wasn't expecting that from her and it felt strangely satisfying but at the same time, scary. Audrey pulls away her hand from his pant as blood drips to the floor. Black Gun scrunch to the floor in pain, it's way more painful than dead itself. Audrey stares at her bloody hand, it recks of his blood. She turns her hands as if thinking of something, a while later, her nails that were short and we'll trimmed starts growing longer and harder until it was like that of a tiger.