Novel & Cerita Bloody Fingers Book

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Whenever I touched him, I burned my hands, and my fingers were so cold that each of my touches hurt him. Blood kept oozing from his open lip. Thick, fresh blood: it looked dark. I still remember what it looked like when it changed its color on my shivering hands. It was no longer red at all. but nearly black, and could have been mistaken for ink as it ran over my fingers.

My body trembled violently, my fingers twitching as if they still felt the warmth of what I had done. The scent of blood was thick, pungent, and metallic, clinging to my skin like a curse I could never wash away. I forced myself to look down. My hands. They were covered in it. Crimson painted every ridge, every trembling knuckle, smeared up my arms, streaked across my bare skin in jagged, grotesque strokes. It dripped from my fingers onto the floor, forming tiny pools that reflected the flickering torchlight. What have I done?

She stood there alone, her long white hair fluttering in the cold, dry night breeze. She was not an old woman, her face was as clear as moonlight and skin as smooth as jade ... body so petite with a slender waist and delicate fingers. There was nothing strange about this woman until one took a closer look and noticed the blood dripping from her chin, staining her bare neck and chest. The girl's front was covered in bloodstains which didn't seem to be hers. It was too much blood for her to still be alive and stand steadily if it was her that was injured.

Her fingers found Jane's clit, and she twisted, feeling the delicate skin tear, hearing Jane's scream turn into a guttural cry of agony. Jane's hands flew down, trying to push Lucy away, but Lucy was relentless. She clawed and ripped, her fingers slick with Jane's blood and her own tears. Jane's screams filled the room, a raw and desperate sound as she tried in vain to stop the torture. Lucy felt a savage satisfaction, her own pain momentarily forgotten as she inflicted agony upon her tormentor. She could feel the blood coating her fingers, warm and sticky, a testament to the damage she was inflicting.

Glowing. It looked like a metal stick but it shone like it had fire trapped inside it. He pointed it at me. The red light grew brighter. My heart beat so fast I thought I would faint. “Capture her,” he said. Two big men grabbed me. One held my arms. The other grabbed my chin. I tried to kick them, all to no avail. I screamed and tried to bite his hand. The man with the red glow walked closer. He opened a small bottle.

It has a stylish accent for each living room. The smell of old books lingers through my nostrils. It’s calling me to touch every page and experience its untold stories. My fingers darted on a hard object. It lost me with amazement that it didn’t bother me, not until blood emerged from the tip of my finger.

He slipped two thick, calloused fingers past the cotton barrier. I was completely, shamelessly slick. * * *

She moaned, pushing back despite the sting, the fullness strange and intoxicating. He finger-fucked her ass methodically, adding a second digit, scissoring them to loosen her. The squelch was filthy, her body betraying her with fresh wetness dripping from her pussy. "Fuck, you're opening up so good. Beg for my cock in your ass." Irina's voice cracked, face buried in the pillow. "Please... fuck my ass. Make it yours." Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock with her pussy juices by rubbing through her folds, then pressed the blunt head to her asshole.

“They were words written in this book before, but they disappeared. It is said that it is only your blood that can make the words appear again. I want you to let your blood make it appear" "Alright. Hold the book firmly with your two hands”. I did as Jade instructed, I held the book with my two hands. I watched her bleed herself. Her nails elongated and she came forward, she stretched her two hands to get the book, immediately her hands touched the book, her nails dug into my flesh and I felt dizzy at once, before I could register anything that was happening I passed out.