Got Bruises On My Knees For You Novels & Stories

' He didn't reply, which worried me for a second, but then a taxi honked loudly at the curb behind me. I turned around, shielding my eyes from the headlights, and watched as the back door opened and a pair of crutches hit the pavement first, followed by a leg in a heavy black brace, and then Kade Kingston himself struggling out of the car. He was wearing gym shorts that showed off the massive bandage on his knee and a thick sweater, his hair messy, looking like he'd escaped from his own hospital bed. He paid the driver and waved at me, grinning like an idiot.

He stated when he was finally out. "We really do apologize for the inconvenience, sir, ma'am." The guys repeated. "It wasn't your fault. Everything is okay and no one got hurt. So you guys don't have to worry about anything." I replied sincerely. "What the hell you’re bleeding?" Jake stated and went down on his knees. "Are you alright?" He stated inspecting my knees. "Stop." I hit him on his head. "It's just a scratch. I might have gotten it when I got out."

Is he some mentally challenged person or so? He holds my hands and let me sit on the chair and kneels on the floor and starts blowing the warm air from his mouth on my bruises. “They aren’t much. I have got more than these in my life and these doesn’t hurt at all. I can handle this,” I say as I try to cover up my knee but he holds on. “Wait!” he says as he takes out the ointment from his bag and put in on my knees. “You carry those?” I ask.

Dominick kneeled near me… -It's ok breath just breath baby I’m with you….You are not alone, Please Mathea just breathe.” He begged me with concerned eyes his hand stroke my back, then he brushed with his fingers through his blue hair with not knowing how to help me or what he should do or say to me.

I pouted upon seeing it. “This might leave a scar on my knee.” Earlier this afternoon, I was packing my things up when someone approached me. It was a certain classmate of mine who always finds amusement in bullying me. I tried to avoid him and quickly gathered all of my things to immediately leave the room. Unfortunately, he didn’t let me pass and he tripped me using his left foot. It led me to lose my balance and fall on the ground along with my things. My right knee hit the floor hard and it left me this wound. Oh well, perhaps luck seems to shun away from me. If only I can find a way to make myself stronger.

My hand drifted absentmindedly over my thigh, expecting the familiar stab of pain - But it wasn’t there. I frowned and sat up a little, sliding the skirt aside to look properly. The bruise that had wrapped around my knee - deep purple three days ago - was now only a faint yellow smear. I pressed my fingertips gently along my shin - where walking from the academy had felt like knives under my skin -

“eat, and I'll take you to see the Wolves, but you cannot play with them.” “Alright, so why not?” she folded her arms. “Because they don’t like to play every day, and they won’t play with you because you are hurt. They feel partly responsible for hurting you yesterday,” he said before getting up to give her some time to eat her breakfast. Jade finished her breakfast, she wanted to find Gage but was afraid to put any type of weight on her knee. “All done?” Gage said walking into the room, he could see she was trying to get out of bed. “Here let me help you, it'll get better as your knee heals, you bruised it pretty bad I think,” he said taking the tray from her.

The next morning, Kyra dragged herself out of bed, every movement a symphony of agony. Her ribs screamed from her father's kicks, fresh bruises blooming purple and yellow across her pale skin. She winced as she pulled on a loose sweater, the fabric scraping against the raw spots on her arms.

My knee was bruised because I fell on the way. I was crying loudly and buried my head in my arms. "Hey, big guy why are you crying?", I felt a small soft hand on my arm. The voice was really sweet. I raised my head. I was shocked for a while to see that little angel. Although her clothes were all messed up. But she looked so cute and sweet. She came close to me and sat next to me, "Big guy, you are injured but don't worry let me treat you. You are crying because it hurts."

My knees fell on the floor trying to fight the pain. “Zilla!”