Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

I noticed something by the side of his neck and I touched his chin but turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. "These are," I trailed off. There were red dots on his neck and they looked like bruises from a pinch but what got my attention more was that the veins that were visible had a strange colour. "What is he doing to you?" I whispered, feeling a twinge of guilt in my chest without realising it. I let go of him when I saw he was watching me closely. "Is this you being concerned or you being curious?" He wondered. "This is me being cautious," the veins looked dull and had a silver colour. Just what kind of deal did he make with Norton that he was still in here or did that ba

Stuart gaze at where his friend point at. "That's pretty far for you to see her eyes color so it all accounts to your imagination"Jason roll his eyes. " Her eyes were bright,it looks Peaceful" Jason shrugged it off" Her lips were pale... unimaginably pale" "Color? lipstick?" "There is but I don't know ladies lipstick color name"Stuart mouthed 'guess' " Oh,I think pale wine or maroon,now let's sketch the other girl"Jason rub his palm energetically, Stuart open his mouth to talk but his friend glare made him mute.

The black and green veins that are coming off the mark are making its way to my heart. I pull my t-shirt over my head as I examine the veins more closely, they almost look alive. The knocking on the door comes at the same time the breath is knocked out from my lungs as if they were in a vice. What the fuck is going on? I think as I grip the bathroom sink feeling sick as the knocking becomes louder.

Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders as she beamed at the camera. A shiver raced down my spine as I clicked on the photo album, flipping to the date of my birthday. That night, Chase told me he was busy. He was so occupied with dealing with a batch of arms that he couldn't call me—and I believed in him. But the photo before me said otherwise. He was with Lucille at the most prestigious private club in Montagne, picking out a diamond necklace and holding a glass of champagne for her. I had never seen this side of him.

Now only the underwear remained. Elena felt the air grow heavier, and between her legs, a hot, insistent pulse began to intensify. Slowly, he began to lower the last garment. Centimeter by centimeter. First the thick base appeared, the skin taut and hot. Then the full length was revealed: long, straight, prominent veins pulsing visibly beneath the surface. The swollen, reddened head glistened with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Elena swallowed hard. It was bigger than she had imagined, even after seeing it in the dream. Thicker. More intimidating. And at the same time, more desirable.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that a thin trickle of dark blood began to leak from the corner of his jaw, dripping onto the yellowed pages of the master register below him. Beneath his skin, the permanent silver veins were no longer just etching lines—they were waking up. The jagged, lightning-like tracks that had lived beneath his collarbone began to rise, bulging against his flesh like thick, iron wires trying to burst through a leather casing. The light radiating from his chest shifted from a faint, latent violet into a blinding, volatile silver that cast sharp, skeletal outlines of his ribs directly through his clothing.

Suddenly, there was a series of bangs. Sean was thumping wildly on the ground in the underground basement. The strong poison was making the blood vessels in his body twist together like pretzels. His blood was ricocheting and boiling, making all the veins on his body bulge. He turned a bright red all over, and some parts of his body were even a dark purple! It was a sign of an imminent blood vessel explosion! "Aargh!" Sean opened his mouth wide and growled in pain, but he could not make a sound. It felt as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat.

I reached him stopping before his feet and my eyes followed from his toes up his legs a slight hiss came from him as I gazed at his scarred skin and then my gaze traveled across his lap to the junction beneath his thighs and what it was that lay between them. Fuck! I swore inwardly taking in the sight of the monstrosity before me, fuck! I almost whispered this time as I blinked not tearing my gaze from it. Its tip was pink almost purplish with a little slit in the middle where almost clear liquid seeped from, my eyes followed the length, the way it extended as it protruded from him standing tall and rather proud and the thickness made me question if I could ever get my hand around it. I took

The heat rushed up my throat, thick and suffocating, and the bitter, unmistakable taste of copper flooded my tongue. I tightly clamped my mouth shut, forcefully swallowing the blood down, refusing to let myself make a sound. My teeth ground together so hard a sharp pain shot up my jaw. I looked down at my wrists; beneath the sleeves of my white maintenance shirt, the dangerous golden threads of my veins were pulsing brightly, glowing through the fabric. “Not now,” I pleaded with my own body, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought to suppress the light. “Just thirty more seconds. Hold on.”