Bruised Novels & Stories

Oh my, his body was so well-sculpted, but I noticed a bruise on his side. “Jozzer!” I said in shock, looking at the bruise. It was turning a yellowish-purple color, and it looked like something might be broken. “We need to go to the hospital. You might have a fracture or something worse! Wait, I’ll call your brothers.” I leaned closer to check if he had other injuries, but I didn't see any more. I was about to stand up to call the others and take him to the hospital, but he stopped me. He pulled me back down to sit on the bed facing him.

The oversized hoodie rode up with the movement, bunching under her arm, and the quilt slid down to her waist. I saw her ribs. For a second my brain refused to make sense of what I was looking at. Then it did. The bruising ran along her left side from just under her arm to the bottom of her ribcage. It wasn't fresh. The center had gone a sickly yellow-green, but the edges were still a deep, ugly purple, and the pattern was unmistakable, a broad, blunt shape with the clear outline of knuckles at one end. Someone had hit her there, hard, more than once. It had to have hurt to breathe for days.

Nahlela When Timi pitched me his ridiculous proposal or business arrangement or whatsoever at Chambo Masters, I got so angry and left. As I was stepping outside, a bike was just from dropping someone there so I took the bike and went home. When I heard a knock on the door, I thought it was one of my neighbours, so I opened the door without asking who it was. I was about slamming the door in his face but he blocked it with foot and then he let himself in. I wanted to unleash all my anger on him, I wanted to hit him, bite him, strangle and do anything and everything possible to inflict pain on him but I was normally not a violent person and most unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength t

I hugged him. He groaned in pain, and I could feel him grimacing, but I missed my little brother. He had bruises all over his face. A cut on his left eyebrow. A busted right eye, and looked like he had a broken nose. He didn’t get into a car accident because his knuckles were damn busted.

Her blood was mixing with the water as he watched the color change. Once Brandon could see more of her body, he knew she was seriously injured. There were multiple large wounds and whip marks on her body. The skin that was ripped from the whips had small pieces of silver stuck on the flesh. He raised his now wet hand and slowly touched the blood that continued to fall as he stared in horror at the sight.

I was just relieved that I could use the limb. Lacerations marred my pale skin paired with splotches of purple, black, and blue. The bruises were pretty bad but it was beginning to fade. I could feel a bandage wrapped around my body—probably because of my broken and fractured ribs. I didn't want to know how many. And then I saw it. My hands.

My bottom lip is burst, covered in flakes of dry blood. Hand imprints around my neck, I unbutton the dress shirt I have on to see the rest of my body. Apart from the few red marks on my stomach and around my thighs there's nothing severe. I turn around and look at my back in the mirror, a large bruise is on my lower back where one of the guys slammed against the counter and two bruises on both my shoulder blades. I frown at the memories of the events that happened, closing my eyes I hold back the tears that want to come out.

Laurie walks into the bathroom and takes her time changing into the significantly softer clothes. She takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror and lets out a disgruntled sigh when she spots a bruise forming on her right arm. There was some light bruising that went around her upper arm that Laurie knew would darken come morning. She hadn't been paying attention to how hard the man, Darren, had grabbed her but now that she wasn't wearing the sweater, she could see it was apparently hard enough to bruise.

Money I didn't need, a prize that felt meaningless compared to the internal battle I was fighting. Emerging into the night, the chill bit into my fresh wounds, a stark reminder of the night's ferocity. I could feel my black eye tightening as it began to swell, a dark bruise forming on my chin, and the taste of blood from my split lip was sharp in my mouth. Every step was accompanied by a twinge of pain, not just physical but a reflection of the deeper turmoil within me. Catching glimpses of my battered face in shop windows and car mirrors, I was confronted with the reality of my appearance. The injuries were more than marks; they were the physical manifestation of my inner chaos. Each bruise

"Still hurting?" I ask softly. Even though I applied some ointment to his bruise, the blue mark is still quite visible. I'm puzzled about where the blood came from earlier. When I inquire, Andrew just shrugs his shoulders. He even winces at times, but then his mischievous grin appears after I'm done tending to him.