Bruises Book Novels & Stories

Normal rich psychopath things. I stepped inside slowly. The shelves had books in different languages. French mostly. Several framed photographs faced downward intentionally. Weird. I moved closer carefully then spotted a first aid kit near the bathroom door. “Found you,” I muttered triumphantly. I grabbed it and sat carefully on the edge of his bed to clean my arm the alcohol stung instantly. “Ouch—” I frowned at the bruises and i touched it lightly then immediately thought about Julian kissing me. Terrible timing, brain.

"Wow, luckily I didn't tell them anything. I acted like I didn't know who you were." "Thank you." Henry leans back on the couch, getting comfortable as I sit down beside him. "The book is on the second bookshelf, two shelves down from the top and has a green cover. I think it's called Lycanthrope Mythology if you ever want to look at it." Bruiser comes moseying into the room before he jumps up on one of the seats across from us, laying down. I have begun to love the dog, enjoying what it is like to have a pet. "He is always with you," I glance at Henry.

I gripped the sofa to steady the heat in my veins. She had always been beautiful, but time had added new curves that made my mouth water. Then she unclasped her bra and let it fall away. When she finally stepped out of her panties and stood completely bare before me, the air left my lungs. Bruises marred her skin, not fresh ones, but old marks in varying stages of healing. There were dark splotches on her ribs, faded lines across her thighs and a cluster near her hip that looked like fingerprints. These were not from a single fall or accident. Someone had put them there repeatedly over time. My mind went terrifyingly quiet. The rage I expected did not explode outward. Instead it settled deep

So, I did not need to go back to the bedroom. I put my things on the counter and made my way to the shower. But that is when I saw it, the bruises. I looked awful. My whole body was covered with blue, purple, and yellow marks. I clasped my hand over my mouth to silence the sobs escaping from my lips. Edric was not only evil, but he was also cruel. Never in my life, I had hated another soul, but he came close to it. How could someone be this vicious? Not once had I been taught that people could be like this. No one, not even my brother. The novels, books, and movies I had access to never showed this much cruelty. Why had nobody told me?

"(Picture) This bruise, it seems like there are some on the arm." ...It felt a bit strange. I also think that the bruise seems a bit extensive and the shape is very strange... "I am a medical student. This was not caused by a fall, but by physical assault. I guarantee this with my reputation at Silvercrest University of Medicine. This is the result of being physically assaulted." What?!

I unbuttoned the knitted turtleneck I was wearing and brushed my hair back to reveal the base of my neck. The color is still almost blackish gray and is now widening until it almost spreads to my collarbone. The purple streaks that surrounded it were also getting longer, this strangebruise seemed to be growing inside me. I'm still not entirely sure but deep inside I can guess what's triggering these growths of bruises and scars ... Alex.

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 .

Letitia pointed to the bruise on her face and asked, "Mum, Mum, look at my face and tell me honestly, did I bully or did he bully me?" "Wounds?" Odelia glanced in the direction of her finger and there was nothing there. Odelia reached up and twisted her face, "By wound do you mean grow a stump?" "I ......" Letitia subconsciously pressed the bruise and ...... felt nothing. It seems that there is really no more injury. Eh? How could she remember that she had accidentally rubbed it when she was arguing with him one day? How could the bruise dissipate so quickly after such a long period of time?

~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.

Her skin is so soft. I notice the slight bruise on her arm so I raised the sleeve of her shirt and see a bruise that looks like hand prints. I slowly pull her towards me and lift up the back of her shirt and see an almost faded bruise line a quarter way up her back. I see gashes that have almost healed and scars from others. Normally wolves don’t have scars unless it’s an extremely deep cut or it was made with silver or wolfsbane. I pull her shirt back down and just hug her to me. How could someone allow this to happen to a young girl? Let alone my mate?