Bloody Fingers Book Novels & Stories

He reached for the knife on the bedside table And he cut off three of her fingers…. Sasha screamed and the gangsters run into her room…. Aurora find herself running closer to his room door when she saw Sasha trying to run out with her bleeding hand…. Three fingers were gone. She try to Rape master…. Nikita spoke with a gasp and Vera ran towards Sasha pulling her hair…. Sasha suddenly push Vera away…. Let me go!!!! My fingers are gone, Sasha cried as her right fingers were remaining just two…. Aurora eyes widened, staring at Sasha fingers unsure whether she should be happy or scared….

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.

His eyebrows furrowed, stepping back in with the click of his fancy shoes. “When I touched her, my fingers turned black. It didn’t hurt, my hand maybe felt a little weak. Then as I remembered that I didn’t get dessert,” I narrowed my eyes at Luci. “The black stuff on my fingers flaked off and blew away into nothing. Alana looked weirded out.” I sat back further into the chair, causing my feet to no longer meet the floor. “So I think she’s sorry,” I stated again as I opened the book.

he stammers, his voice barely audible. “Not yet, you’re not,” she replies. Without warning, she grabs his hand, holding it firmly against the floor. “No, please—” he starts, but his words are cut off by a bloodcurdling scream as Amelia rips two fingers from his left hand with a sickening crack. The classroom erupts in gasps and muffled cries, but no one dares intervene. Amelia’s expression remains calm as she grabs his other hand. “So you’ll remember this,” she murmurs, before ripping two more fingers from his right hand. Blood pools on the tile, the dark crimson spreading like an inkblot.

The copper smell of my blood fills the air while my blood oozes out of my hand and drips onto the white sheets. As he brings her finger to my hand, he mutters, “Let’s see if this work.” Anger bubbles up within me. I’m so glad he thinks of this as some crazy experiment. One I didn’t agree to participate in. He presses her bloody finger against my cut, and I find myself looking on, curious to see what will happen. Warmth fills my hand, along with a slight tingle. I tilt my head and stare at my hand. My father slides her warm, soft finger across my sliced palm again, spreading more of her blood over it.

His fingers are thick, stretching me wide, knuckles grinding against my clit as he curls them inside me, searching. “So fucking wet,” he snarls, his voice a dark purr. “Still loose from his cock, huh? Gonna take mine just as easy.” His fingers scissor, stretching me further, and I buck against the bed, my nails raking down his forearm. He laughs, low and cruel, before yanking his fingers free with a wet pop. The loss of them makes me ache, my body already craving more, and he knows it. His cock replaces his fingers in one brutal thrust, filling me to the brink in a single stroke.

He slipped one finger deep into my vagina, the knuckle rubbing against my G-spot with every slight adjustment of his weight. “You look so tired, darling,” Elaine said to him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “Maybe we should go to bed early tonight?” “I think that’s an excellent idea,” Laredo said, his finger giving a sharp, rhythmic hook inside me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I could feel the orgasm building—a frantic, jagged thing that threatened to shatter the silence of the room. I reached out, my hand blindly grabbing a cloth napkin and bunching it in my fist, my nails digging into my own palm.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“Ten fucking years I’ve waited to touch this cunt again.” His hand slid under my slip, fingers finding me already soaked. He groaned in approval. “So wet for me. Always so fucking wet.” Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I cried out, back arching sharply. He didn’t go slow. He fucked me with them — deep, relentless strokes that stretched me open while his thumb circled my swollen clit with perfect pressure. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers plunging into my dripping pussy filled the room. “Look at you,” he rasped, eyes glowing gold as he watched his fingers disappear inside me. “Taking me so greedily. This tight little cunt still remembers who it belongs to.”

Instantly I pulled my hand back, reciting a prayer hoping he wouldn't realize my lie as I pretended to sleep again. I felt the warmth of his palm cupping my forehead, his fingers carefully reading my body temperature that was slowly cooling down. A gentle kiss followed a moment later, landing sincerely right on the forehead. The sound of a slow door creak broke the room's silence, followed by a faint click sound as the door was tightly locked from the outside.