Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Game Novels & Stories

All he wanted was the best for her, he never wanted that smile to leave her lips. He promised to show her the world, which he did, foolishly so. Martha was a gentle woman on the outside but deep down she was fierce, that was what called him…lured him in and also blinded him from the truth. Until that fateful morning when she threw up blood on his clothes, her entire body went limp in his arms and he could hardly hear her breathe. She was dying… That was what the doctors told him. Said she had leukemia, said it came so suddenly that they didn’t notice on time despite her going to their hospital every month for a fucking check up!

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

she asked, her voice weak, “what should we do now?” Louise immediately turned and looked at Naomi. “Gamma Naomi.” Naomi responded, “What should I do, Doctor?” “Call Lady Paige,” Louise said without hesitation. “We need to perform the transfusion immediately. Alpha won't last much longer.” *

“Well, well. That didn’t take long. I was almost hoping you’d fail.” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Disappointed?” “That depends. What did you come up with?” I sauntered toward him, stopping just a few feet away. “You like games, don’t you, Your Highness?” His smirk deepened. “You’re catching on.” I held up the scarf. “Then let’s play one.” Cassius arched a brow. “Intriguing. What’s the game?” I let the scarf slip through my fingers, watching his gaze track its movement. “It’s simple. You let me blindfold you, and I’ll… entertain you.”

I said and Harry raised an eyebrow. “Well, with Louis out of the way, the two can go back to playing lovers in public” Harry stated and I shook my head making both him and Timur frown in confusion. “The Bloodlust Games are launching here in New York. However, what I can’t understand is how they managed to do it right under our noses and no one caught any sight or heard anything of it” I said and Timur frowned.

- After warming the milk, Eve came out of the bathroom wearing my pajamas, lazily leaning against the armrest. "How pitiful. You're basically a servant for a man who doesn't love you, and you even need to serve his new lover." I didn't know what she was trying to do, but seeing how I didn't react in the slightest, she stormed over and raised her hand, slapping me across the face. The sharp sound caught Shane's attention. "What are you doing?!" Even looked startled for a split second, then quickly regained her composure, slipping effortlessly into the role of the victim as she began to sob.

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

But as I walked past, his eyes followed every step, warm enough to burn and cold enough to freeze at the same time. That was all the reaction he showed. And yet… it was more than I’d ever seen from him. The car ride was silent. Damien didn’t speak, and I didn’t have the courage to start. But when we arrived, I forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t a regular auction. It was a mafia playground. A long marble hall lit with golden sconces. Men in tailored suits, women dripping in diamonds. Armed guards standing like statues. Dark murals on the walls—roses choking skulls, thorned halos, painted suffering.

Before the last person could finish, he was suddenly struck by a rock and fell off the twelfth floor of the building! "Not bad, kiddo! Come on, let me test your strength!" A long-haired woman leapt off the second floor, catwalking devilishly toward Frank as she brandished a butterfly knife. "You're out of luck, boy!" Someone catcalled from above. "That's Bloody Mary—not the cocktail, but a phantom who can engage hundreds effortlessly!" "That's an exaggeration. Should I lose against you, kid, do go easy!" Bloody Mary curtseyed at Frank, leaping toward him as she bowed, stabbing her butterfly knife at his throat.