روايات وقصص ضمن Bloody Finger Story

I extended my claws, reaching up then slowly pressing my claw into his chest, just under his collarbone on his right side. He hissed then grunted as I slowly drag my fingernail down and across his chest, all the way to his stomach. I watch the blood begin to flow as it ran down his body. I reached down then pressed my finger into the cut right where I ended at his stomach. He cried out, his body shaking as he tried to get me to stop. I kept pushing my finger in deeper and deeper. Extending my nail to allow my finger to penetrate deeper. His cries got louder the deeper my finger went until I couldn't push my finger in any further. My knuckles touching his body. I begin pulling my finger forwa

She pulled it out of the scabbard slowly, revealing its shiny holden blade, which was way too captivating to take eyes off of it. The gold shone too bright even in the dim light of the day, it was pretty sharp to be tried upon anything, Murphy put her finger on it slowly, assessing the blade. Suddenly she got her finger slipped upon the sharp side of the blade, and in no time it cut sharply upon her hand, she pulled her away instantly and watched her finger bleed madly, "Oh, No! What have I done?". She felt dizzy at the sight of the blood oozing from her finger, she could feel the surrounding swarming before her eyes, dimming the visions, she fell on the floor of her room.

Grabbing his right index finger, my face twists with disgust as his sweaty skin moisten my fingers. With a grunt, I pull his finger into the cutter, clamping hard on it. His screams tear through the room, but I don't stop until I hear his bone crack, and the finger drops to the floor. Blood sputters all over the place, staining my black shirt as he shakes the finger vigorously. “Wanna play again?” I smirk, my eyes darting towards his left hand. “Fuck you! Argh!” He curses, groaning as his blood drips to the floor.

he shrieked suddenly making her jump at her place. "I won't! I won't! Don't cut m...my fi-fin-finger!" she cried out, sobbing as her face began to turn red. The sight of blood never settled well with her and this time around, it was her own blood releasing out her finger and drenching her hand in her own blood. "You won't?" he rose his brow at her. "Leave my hand! My finger, you are cu-cu-cutting my finger," The sentence sounded too odd to her ears.

That should do. I honestly miss the old Derrick. I lay on my bed crying myself to sleep as I hold the cold bottle against my heavy cheek. Derrick's POV; I adjust myself in my bed to a more comfortable position pulling my blanket over my body. I move my hands under my head and a foreign feeling engulfs my fingers. I lazily pull my eye lids apart to view the warm substance on my fingers. Just then do I see what has smeered my fair fingers. Blood! I raise my fingers up to my head and I feel a stinging sensation. Like the one you get when sweat slides into a wound.

Still listening. When he suddenly laughed after I recounted another fight they had, my mind went blank at the sight. He looked so… A small flutter came to my belly followed by a sharp pain “Shit,” I hissed immediately. I looked down at the blood emerging from my finger. Because I'd lost space it slipped against the knife. Serves me for being careless. Warm skin grasped mine. My breath hitched as he turned to face me up close, his hands cradling my finger.

I faltered in pain after falling because some fragments of the broken glass scraped my arm and back, but I managed to get the bottle and successfully scraped all my fingers, causing blood to gush out of the open wounds. I would never let them take my fingerprints, no matter what. "What the?" a man screamed, seeing my bloody body on the floor.

She stepped back towards Corbin, closing the distance between her and his back. Beth had barely finished speaking when Corbin spun back around to face her in a blur. For a physically challenged and oversized wolf, he still moved inhumanly fast. His right arm extended as he swung around, barely missing Beth. It was only when Corbin stood completely still that I let my eyes wonder down his arm resting back at his side. His fingers were straight, but I noticed something drip just out of view. I continued looking down the length of his fingers and that is when I noticed the crimson claw that was extended from his index finger. It dripped something red onto the floor, and that was when I realised

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

I asked, tilting my head to see if the thorns had pierced his skin. My eyes widened when I saw blood gushing out of his fingers. "Oh no!" I felt sick watching his blood. He was clenching the rose with his bloody hand. I quickly put the book and sample herbs on the ground and grabbed his hand. "You are bleeding!" He tried to yank his hand. "That's nothing." I tightened my grip and looked at him. "Stop pretending like nothing hurts you." He seemed to be frozen by my words. I unclenched his fingers and saw his bloody fingers and palm. The thorns were really sharp.