Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

He said, shrugging as he grabbed an apple from a basket. I gasped. "That was....ewww." I stared at him in disgust. "That's just your opinion, I think it was fucking sexy and Alex did change the kitchen counter after that, don't worry about its hygiene." He tapped the table. "So you all screw everyone and everything?" I asked.

Henry sat by the bedside and glanced at the fruit platter on the table. Suddenly, Gabriella heard a rustling sound. With one eye opened, she saw Henry peeling an apple. The apple peel stretched in a long strip on the table, unbroken. Gabriella's gaze fell on his long and pale fingers. The fingers holding the peeler were curved. His joints were defined and his neatly trimmed nails were painted with a faint pink hue. Gabriella was reminded of something. She swiftly buried her face in the blanket. After peeling the apple, Henry cut it into pieces and placed them on the fruit platter.

Lauren sucked in a sharp breath. There was blood everywhere—so much blood, how could there be so much blood? Why was it still red and not brown and faded?—and bits of viscera that the killer hadn’t taken with him. Scraps of cloth were scattered like party confetti, and there was one brown moccasin with its sole facing up. It seemed very small and sad without its owner. Black flies buzzed, bloated and drunk, around the clearing. All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood.

Focused on the cars gliding by, shining and wet. “What good is exorcising the fruit while the branch remains?” the devil whispered from the past, from that night he guided her hand to make the second cut. Harrow’s globes had fallen to the floor first, the plastic—a thick sheet, she now noticed, covering the couch, the carpet, crinkling and crackling as she knelt—slick and sloshing with blood.

She’s very much aware that her brother don’t joke with apples and that’s why he goes to the farm himself and those four apples are the last one in the mansion currently. T.B.C

He was more of a monster than the stories circulated in the shadows, a ruthless killer who relished control over others to do his bidding. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the foreboding gray clouds overhead, a harbinger of impending rain. The scent of moist earth signaled the storm's approach, intensifying the gloom of the day. It seemed that this meeting with David Ross would only add to the darkness.

Edward gazed briefly, then smiled, "Indeed, the Third older brother is truly skilled in archery." Edward took hold of the bow and arrows. Before anyone could react, a hand had already pierced the first apple. Just as everyone tensed up, suddenly, everything halted. Then, a crisp sound echoed as all the apples burst into pieces. Swiftly, the icy arrows sped forward, aiming at the second apple. A shattering noise followed, and the hands continued, targeting the third apple, the fourth... In moments, all five apples had shattered into tiny fragments. This scene had never been witnessed before, and in a short time, everyone was dumbfounded. The hall fell silent, and the applause that should have

Without lifting his head upon hearing her, Reginald stared at the computer screen and remarked, "So, have you figured it out so quickly?" Figured out what? Heloise wanted to hurl profanities at him but restrained herself. Instead, she solemnly placed the fruit plate by his side. "Please help yourself to some fruits." Reginald kept his gaze low. Watermelon, passion fruit, strawberries, cherries, hawthorn berries, bayberries... A plate of vivid red fruits, sliced somewhat haphazardly, resembling an offering of crimson blood to a vampire. And he, he was that vampire.

I push past Connor without saying anything and fly down the stairs so quickly I almost smack straight into one of my enforcers; he quickly jumps to the side and flattens himself against the wall. “Hunter?” Connor yells after me but I ignore him as I skid into the dining room and dive at the fruit bowl. I lift an apple to my nose and sniff deeply; under the sweet, tangy scent of the apple, I smell the heavy floral scent of the wolfsbane. I toss the apple onto the floor hard, making it split in half, while I grab another, then another. I go through six apples, three bananas and a bunch of grapes, all of them laced with wolfsbane. I was right about this not being an accident.

Ten: Alpha At My Door EIRA Cassian lies bleeding, and unconscious on my door step. His body is covered up with dried up blood, fresh oozing blood, dirt and open cuts. A horrified gasp leaves my lips, and I blink in shock. Surprise. I fall to my lips to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me. He still looks as handsome as ever. Dark hair, eyes that are currently closed and soft lips that I vividly recall the taste of.