Bloody Fingers Book Novels & Stories

“Cum on my fingers, slut. I want to see you shaking before I ram my cock into that hungry ass.” Carla cried out softly, body convulsing with the thrusts, nails now digging into his shoulders, tearing thin rips in the leather jacket. “Ah, fuck, I’m so close, damn it! He knows exactly where to touch,” she thought, hips grinding against his hands, fucking herself on his fingers like a desperate woman. The arousal was an uncontrollable blaze, the risk of being caught by some late-night passerby only adding fuel—imagine a car slowly passing on the adjacent street, headlights flashing into the alley for a second, capturing their silhouettes mid-dirty act. She stroked his cock harder, matching his

5:46 AM and I needed to work. But my body had another idea, my fingers trembled so bad I could barely grip the ribbon. I pulled it and it came loose too easily, sliding across my palm and falling onto the bed like silk. My thumb flicked the lid lifted open and my entire body went cold. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were ten fingers, lined up like they were waiting for someone to count them. My brain didn’t process at first, just saw shapes turning into odd forms. Pink flesh and dirt-caked nails, and knuckles. Then the shapes became real and my stomach twisted, and heaved.

"Squeezing me like you're starving for it. Your body knows who it belongs to‚ Zoey. Even if that smart mouth of yours doesn't." He started fucking me with his fingers. Slow at first‚ dragging them in and out while his thumb worked my clit in tight circles‚ and I could hear it. The wet obscene sound of his fingers pushing into me and pulling out‚ slick and rhythmic‚ filling the quiet library. My walls were gripping him on every outstroke as if my body was terrified he would stop and my hips were pushing back against his hand‚ chasing more‚ needing more‚ and I hated myself for it.

Blood spilled from his split lips and from everywhere my blade touched. “Well, in that case, I’ll continue by cutting off your fingers one after the other till you tell me what I want to hear.” “Fuck you, I already did.” “Ain’t you a feisty one? No wonder you’re Benny’s favourite.” I picked up the secateurs from my set of tools and, without thinking twice, cut off his little finger. His scream echoed off the walls. “That is just the beginning,” I stated plainly. “There is more where that came from.” I pointed to the finger on the floor.

I staggered forward and bent down to pick up the severed finger from the floor. Luca frowned. "Alessia, what are you doing?" I lifted the finger and looked at him. "Luca, remember this day. You cut the last bond between us with your own hands." Then I raised my hand and threw the finger into the blazing fireplace. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. The flames consumed the finger and devoured the last shred of mercy I had left for the Rossi famiglia. The room fell completely silent. Everyone stared at me in horror, as if they were looking at a madwoman. Even Luca froze, shocked by my actions.

Without lowering the book from her face, Rhea reached into her bag and pulled it out, stretching her hand toward me. I took the bottle, and her fingers with it. My thumb brushed slowly over her skin and she tried to pull away immediately, but I tightened my grip, just enough to stop her. I traced over each of her fingers before letting my thumb linger against her palm. Her nails were done in a soft baby pink. Pretty. She finally lowered the book, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. “Let go,” she mouthed, shooting me a sharp look that would’ve been convincing if she didn’t look so rattled.

" I crawled over to Jayden's lifeless body which lay on the bed, my fingers roamed on the woven mat where Jayden was lying. I was going to touch him, I touched him. I suddenly felt my body pushed back and I hit my head on the linoleum. My hands laid smoothly in a straight line. “chop off her pinky fingers from her right hand." I wept not dragging with them, as a sharp blade was raised, and in a glance my pi my fingers rolled off. The air in my lungs all escaped, I was weak and battered to scream, I was just still with my eyes looking at my pinky fingers which struggled for life, in a blink it turned black. “Suck him without touching his body, or else I'll chop off your fingers! You're useles

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

“They would love to meet you. I know they will.” “Tomorrow,” I promised. “I’ll come tomorrow.” After the call ended, I retrieved the books once more… My fingers hesitated over Lunareeth. When I opened it again, the old and sharp page edge caught my skin. A sharp sting… Before I could react, a single drop of blood fell onto the blank parchment. “Oh no!” I immediately reached for it instinctively— but froze. The blood— it didn’t smear. It sank! And then— words began to form before my eyes.