Bloodied Hands Adelaide Forrest Novels & Stories

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.

He made sure to put on his hand gloves and gently unwrapped the gauze, when he reached the last layer of gauze, he felt his stomach lurch from the sight peeping from the side of the gauze. He swallowed hard and quickly untied it, leaving the room immediately. "No! No! My hand!" Adeline screamed as she stared at her hand. The skin around her wrist looked perforated and rotten; she stared at her hand in horror and shock. "Ah, so satisfying," Maria giggled. Alpha Lake couldn't believe his eyes; he looked from Audrey to Adeline without saying a word; he was speechless. "But, she did heal you, though. You see, the bleeding stopped. Your hand is just rotten, not bleeding. Yay, you're not gonna die

The tent stood as a silent sentinel, guarding the grim scene within. Theo came after him, the wet ground squishing under his feet now stained by blood. The grass was wet at his feet, soaked through with the lifeblood of countless soldiers. He could feel the sticky warmth of the blood seeping into his boots, mingling with the mud. The air was thick with the stench of death, a suffocating miasma that seemed to cling to his very skin.

"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.