Is Blood Pooling In Hands Normal Novels & Stories

Kristine Davis nervously spreads her legs for a routine exam, only to realize the doctor is the ex she abandoned five years ago! She never expected her life to fall apart on a gynecology table, coming face to face with George, now a world-renowned gynecologist. What she doesn't know is that their breakup was built on a devastating misunderstanding, and that he never stopped loving her. Forced back into each other's lives, her most intimate care is now in the hands of this "very personal doctor". When Kristine blushes and mutters, "My private matters are none of your business!" George pulls her tightly in his arms, his voice low and dangerous: "Every inch of you has always bee

“I’m scared,” I mumbled, standing in front of my mate as we stayed under the tree in the darkness. “You don’t need to be scared, mate; you are mine,” he hissed, grabbing onto my waist. I swallowed hard, my heart beating loudly. I stared into the eyes of my mate; he was angry at our situation.  “But I am his bride.” Valeria is the firstborn daughter of Down South Pack, married off to Alpha Adrain of Midnight Pack. Valeria has never received love in her life, her little sister has always been favoured above her. Married to one of the biggest alphas, Valeria knew her hopes of ever finding her mate were over. Until Alpha Damien came bursting into her life. Claiming another Alpha’s mate

“Look at yourself, Willow… How can someone like you possibly stand beside me as my Luna?” His eyes swept over my body. “Be honest with yourself… You look like an overfed cow.” ⸻ I've spent my entire life being told I take up too much space. Too fat. Too greedy. Too embarrassing. So when the Moon Goddess finally blessed me with a mate—a mate who also happened to be my best friend... The only person I believed saw me for more than my size... I thought my suffering had finally come to an end. I was wrong. Because that same night, he rejected me before the entire pack, called me an overfed cow, chose my beautiful younger sister as his Luna... then offered me t

At another Sunday dinner at the Bellandi estate, Luca Bellandi's assistant, Ava Marino, was sitting in my seat. It was the first chair to Luca's right at the long walnut table, the seat everyone in Chicago's underworld knew belonged to Mrs. Bellandi. Ava sat there as if she had been born into it, her pale wrist brushing Luca's sleeve while she poured his wine. I stood in the doorway and looked at him. "She's in my seat. You don't have anything to say?" Luca raised his eyes. "You were late. Don't blame someone else for sitting down first. There are empty chairs over there. Sit if you want. If not, get out." The dining room went dead quiet, and before I could answer, his thoughts slipped into

The night Fafane Louis discovers she’s pregnant is the same night she learns her fiancé has been sleeping with her stepsister. Hours later, she’s dead. When she opens her eyes, she’s been given a second chance—returning to the day before everything fell apart. Determined to rewrite her fate, she agrees to a blind date with a grease-covered mechanic who makes her laugh for the first time in months. But Quashawn Baker isn’t just a mechanic. Behind the oil-stained hands is a billionaire hiding a life no one suspects. As old betrayals resurface and dangerous secrets threaten them both, Fafane must decide if risking her heart is worth changing her future. Sometimes the dirtiest hands hold th

****MATURE CONTENT ****This is not a gentle collection of love stories. Within these pages, desire turns savage, boundaries are shattered, and pleasure walks hand-in-hand with darkness. Twenty raw, unrelenting gay tales plunge deep into forbidden territory—where lust overrides consent, obsession devours innocence, and every steamy encounter leaves marks that linger long after the final page. From ruthless power plays and taboo cravings to dangerous liaisons dripping with sweat, dominance, and raw, aching need, these stories do not ask permission. They take. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This anthology contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, dubious consent, rough encounte

My executive boyfriend, Marcus Winters, had always wanted the regional president seat. Then his favorite protégée, Sophie Moresby, complained that I always got the spotlight, and he deliberately sabotaged my car. The crash broke both my hands, leaving me unable to compete in the design contest that could decide the board vote. He handed my entry slot to Sophie and expected me to accept it quietly. When I confronted him, he said it was only one competition and that, as design director, I should give younger employees a chance. To prove his "fairness," he stripped me of my director title and docked six months of my pay to compensate the team. Everyone waited for me to fight back. Instead, I

Right before the SAT, our scatterbrained airheaded group favourite, the school belle, Priscilla Ashford, volunteers herself to safeguard everyone's admission tickets. My firm refusal of her offer earns me the displeasure of my childhood sweetheart, Justin Kylemark. "You're picking on her again," he says. I ignore his rebuke. On the exam day itself, I personally double-checked every single admission ticket to make sure nothing could go wrong. However, the moment Priscilla gets hers from me, she burst into tears, claiming that I lost her ticket. Justin snatched my admission ticket and tore it to shreds. I run until my legs give out, barely managing to get it reissued before the bus leave

My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation. I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival. But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?" Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.

Kenneth Parker, my childhood friend—and the person I've secretly had a crush on—isn't into men. In the end, I find myself wandering into one of those shops out of sheer loneliness and buying myself a toy. That night, just as I'm about to follow the instructions to use it, someone suddenly opens the bedroom door. Kenneth stands in the doorway, his face frozen in complete and utter shock as he stares at me. Blushing furiously, I try to pull the blanket and cover myself, but Kenneth rushes in and takes the toy from my hand. He says, "It's alright, Xavier. I'll show you how to use it."