Bloody Beggar Cast Novels & Stories

I sink the dagger into the gap between the man’s ribs and shove upward, twisting. The jolt of his death ripples up my arm as his blood spills down my chest in slow, boiling waves. I rip the dagger free and shove him backward into the growing sea of bodies. The blade drips thick and black. The floor slicks under my feet as blood spreads faster than breath. I stagger, but I catch myself. Behind me, the prisoner drags himself behind me. One of his legs is useless, but he’s still swinging the shard like a man who doesn’t plan to die politely.

Her voice dripped with venom. I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't steal anything. And who is Ace to you, anyway?" I shot back, my curiosity piqued. She cried, shaking her head frantically, and then yelled, “How dare you say his name?!” “How dare I?” I chuckled softly, giving her my best ‘did you miss your way’ look. Because, really, did she miss her way? “You’ll pay for this, you will, you spawn of the devil!” Heather deadpanned, her little friends had gotten her something to keep the blood from flowing. She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood.

Standing at the center of the crowd, Carmen lifted her chin and said with a sneer, "You should've done this from the start. It's not like we can't get by without you. "I'm not doing this for money, and I'm not looking to get anything out of anyone. I'm a lot more honest than you are. From now on, I'll take care of everything in this apartment complex. I'm all anyone needs." As the crowd continued to hurl sarcastic remarks at me, the sharp tap of a cane came from the back. Then, Mr. Evans from the third floor slowly made his way through the crowd. His legs weren't what they used to be, so it took him a while to make his way to the front.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

"You're still begging over a man?" Scarlet’s eyes turned red. "Yes. I want Lucas, Papa. I don't care what I have to do. I need you to fix this." He stared at her for a moment, then finally nodded once. "Fine, I'll fix it." Scarlet blinked. "You will?" "Of course," he said calmly, moving toward the large armchair near the fireplace. He sat on it, crossing one leg over the other. "My men already picked up that fool you used to mess with. Luke Hamilton."

And as a glowering sunset joined the sporadic fires to paint a hellish skyline, a steam tug left Lambeth hauling the barge downriver. Dirk Bogart tapped his shillelagh idly against his leg as he oversaw rival gang members—the Battersea Velvet Caps, the Wandsworth Scuttlers, some of his New Cut Boys and a contingent of Lambeth Lads: hooligans who, under normal circumstances would sooner trade blows than give the time of day—dump buckets of horses’ blood into the river in an effort to lure the dead into following them. And the floaters came.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

He growled, his voice laced with anger. "You really hurt my feelings there Robert." I turned around and faced Robertson with a sly smile. "Give me a name." He remained silent. I grabbed his neck, just when I was about tightening my grip, I heard a weak whimper. "Reed… his name is Reed, he's a priest at St. Gunnivere."

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.