Bruised Novels & Stories

~Jada Finding an excuse for why my face is cut and bruised isn’t coming to my mind as easily as I had hoped. A first aid kit I had found underneath the bed is a blessing. A smear of antiseptic cream and a plaster strapped over wound is all I can do. The bruises, which surround both my eyes, and part of my forehead, a dark mess of blue and purple, have no hope of being hidden. And at this point, no hope of being explained.

his whole arm was covered in bruises now . " Jace just go .. " my voice cracks . My gut was clenching and I could almost throw up at the sight of him suffering this much. " No . " he grunts as the bruises travel along his neck to his face , it looked like intense subcutaneous haemmorhages now . I didn't want to look anymore so I kep my gaze forward , breathing shakily .

Susan pulls back, moving her arms to his biceps, she asks, “what’s wrong Travis? Are you hurt?” Travis takes a breath and sighs, trying to figure out the best way to explain. “I’ll be okay. I was wearing armor so I wasn't seriously injured, but my chest is pretty bruised.” Susan grabbed the snaps on his button down shirt and pulled it open. Looking at Travis’s bruised chest, already a rainbow of colors, Susan gasps. The bruising looked similar to a bullseye pattern with irregular shaped rings moving out from the darker purple center. Looking at the bruising and realizing what Travis said about armor, it clicked in Susan’s brain

Thеу’rе gun mеtаl grey and I grаb twо, оnе fоr mу hаіr whісh is dripping еvеrуwhеrе, аnd the оthеr tо dry mуѕеlf bеtwееn the bruises. It’ѕ thе fіrѕt time I рrореrlу ѕее thе dаmаgе dоnе tо mу neck. Thе bruises are already purple аnd vіvіd against mу ѕkіn. My fоrеhеаd сut іѕ асtuаllу tiny, іt just blеd a lot.

He wants me to suffer and I'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing I already am. A big clump of my dark brown hair is missing, the scalp throbbing painfully where he'd ripped it out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where the stinging is now turning into a tender blue bruise. I'm grateful for my tanned complexion because the bruises don't show up as easily. I bite my bottom lip and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises run up my side but thankfully nothing feels broken.

She ambled to the dressing table and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands on their own went to her waist as she touched it slightly only to wince in pain. She pulled the material of her shirt up and her chin trembled at the sight of a big dark purple bruise on her skin. It has been days, the bruising was still there. She slowly pulled the zipper of her back down only to reveal more bruises that litter her back. It bruised this badly because Hunain had kicked her while wearing his boots, the heel of it had caused more damage.

Thеу’rе gun mеtаl grey and I grаb twо, оnе fоr mу hаіr whісh is dripping еvеrуwhеrе, аnd the оthеr tо dry mуѕеlf bеtwееn the bruises. It’ѕ thе fіrѕt time I рrореrlу ѕее thе dаmаgе dоnе tо mу neck. Thе bruises are already purple аnd vіvіd against mу ѕkіn. My fоrеhеаd сut іѕ асtuаllу tiny, іt just blеd a lot.

He has no t-shirt on. Everywhere I look, he is covered in bruises. Some are new, and some are old, others are fading away. He has bruises even on his face, his left eye swollen shut from a punch. His lower lip is split, and I can see an old scar on his upper lip. He is so thin I can see his bones. He has 0 fat or muscles. Different scars cover his hands and torso. I growl even louder. Max did this to my mate! Vladimir is mine to touch, not the punchbag of Max.

I too had been avoiding the sight, dreading the evidence of her suffering. Deep, purplish bruises adorned her limbs, some faded while others appeared more recent, likely just a few days old. Scrapes marked her knees and elbows, perhaps from the unforgiving ground. The skin bore signs of roughness, a testament to the harshness she had endured.

The next morning, Georgia woke up with pain in her back. She went to the bathroom and lifted her shirt, only to realize that she had a bruise on her right side. The blow was purple and throbbed with pain. "Damn Alessandro Mascherano!" she growled, while applying cream to help alleviate the pain.