Doors Blood In The Streets Novels & Stories

“Of course, sir.” I went down to the building’s lobby, yanking my tie loose on the way. It was choking me, irritating me just like everything else around me. The driver was waiting in the car. When I got in, his eyes went straight to my hands, which were completely smeared with blood. An old cut had reopened, but the damage now was ten times worse, and on both hands. “Sir, should I take you to a hospital?” “No,” I answered, staring out the window. “Take me somewhere that sells liquor. And get me something strong.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV The heavy metal doors were smashed down with a loud bang as Dante drove the Bugatti right through them, fucking ruining them in the process. I guess I should have planned better and driven an SUV. Now we didn’t need to be stealthy; he knows I'm here, and he knows I'm after him.

If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook. The doctor looked unsure for a moment. A nurse hurried over and said, "The patient's in critical condition. Do we have any blood left?" Without further hesitation, the doctor started the disinfection process on my arm. Will's grip was unyielding, and I could only watch helplessly as my strength slipped away. "How much blood does the patient still need?" The doctor, noticing my ghostly complexion, turned to the nurse. She whispered, "We're 600cc short. I'll try to find more..."

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

By now, blood from the loan sharks hitting the corners as they fell had splattered here and there on the staircase. Once again, there was the sound of someone trying to open the emergency staircase door from the basement, but the locked door didn't budge. Douglass slowly walked down the blood-stained stairs and kicked the Alpha in the stomach. Even while unconscious, the body seemed to feel the pain, writhing and rolling on the floor. Only after repeatedly venting his anger did Douglass finally catch his breath. He straightened his disheveled clothes and neatly pushed back his fallen hair, fixing it in place.

Blood. To much blood.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

CHAPTER FOUR It was a short walk to Bethnal Green Road but it seemed to take forever to Sam. The sun was really bright and he felt ridiculously exposed. He was dripping with blood and he’d wet himself, how could he not attract attention. Sam and Jimmy kept to the back streets. The blood dried quickly and seemed almost to evaporate, disappearing as mysteriously as the blood in the lock up. No-one paid them any attention when they hit the main road. Typical Londoners, ignoring everything they didn’t want to see.