Kiss The Blood Off My Hands 소설 & 이야기

Blood. So much blood. It soaked through my hands, warm and slick, spreading across the stone floor in a dark crimson pool. The metallic scent clawed at my lungs, thick and suffocating. My fingers trembled slightly but not from fear, but from the thrill of control, the raw intensity of holding life and death in my grip.

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

I leak all over her foot. Without hesitation, she undresses me. Naked now, she cuts a thin line across my chest. Blood rises. She licks it slowly, eyes closed as if savoring something sacred. Afterward, she slices her palm and holds it to my lips. Her blood tastes sweet and wrong. It makes my head spin.

Looking down, I see blood on my hands. Panicking, I turn on the shower and step under it, fully clothed. Scrubbing my hands, but it stays. "Asher!" Zyra's shout goes ignored as I try to scrub the blood from me, but it doesn't seem to disappear or remove. "Please, Asher!"

It was close to that time twelve years ago. “Your filthy hands touched what’s mine. You dared to wish for what’s mine, you planned to taint what’s mine.“ The last sentence came out as a roar. I raised the butcher knife higher and with a swift move, I cut his right hand off; the blood splashed everywhere on the table, on the ground, and on my white dress shirt. That it was starting to soak red. His screams were so loud that Leo flinched, but it was like angels’ songs to my ears. I didn’t give him a chance to take a second breath. I cut his other hand off with a smile on my lips.

Shin can also feel the stinky slippery blood that splattered on the muscles of those she killed that now spread all over her clothes. She was about to take a step forward when she felt that something fast was approaching her and she was about to block it but it's too late. The cold and sharp object hit his arm causing his clothes to tear and blood to flow Why is my hand always injured? The fuck Aphrodite held the cut and could feel the amount of blood coming out of it. The smoke made of tear gas slowly disappeared and she then saw a man standing at the door she entered a moment ago. She removed her mask, the mask that she wore so that she won’t be affected by the tear gas and turned her back

I said flatly. I turned to go, but a maid appeared near the base of the stairs, hands folded neatly in front of her. "Sir... would you like something to wash your hands with?" I blinked. Looked down. Blood. Dried, dark streaks. On the knuckles. Between the fingers. A thin crust on the back of my hand. I hadn’t cleaned it off. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. The girl waited patiently. "Yeah," I said. "Get me water. Towels. Soap. Now."

I'm not use to fragile little things. I watch as my words register with her, and confusion flashes across her redden face. She doesn't break eye contact with me as she reaches up to remove my hands from her face. "You have to be mistaken." She says softly letting my hands go. I instantly reach out for her again tracing my fingers down the sleeve of her denem jacket. "I'm human. My parents are human." She says turning back to her stack of papers Infront of her.

I wondered why we stopped there, but when Adam pinned me to the wall I did not need to guess again. "Your scent is divine, Desiree," he said, taking in my scent and whispering to my ears without touching me. "I do not understand why the Bloods and Moons cannot live as one. I will change that in my time for your sake.' he promised me, and I was scared because he was too close for comfort. "Please let me kiss you," he pleaded, and I was confused. Honestly, the guy was hot, what every woman would want. Under normal circumstances, it would be hell yeah from me. But this wasn't a normal circumstance, and I needed to stay alive.

Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me be I sat beside him Amidst the hubbub As he gasped for breath He touched my face Searching with the fingers He got to my neck And took me unawares Strangling with all his strength I was terrified Gasping for breath And trying to wrestle him I bit his hand very hard But he wouldn’t let me be My breath was feint My strength was fading My hands searched the ground I found a sharp object Which I thrusted towards his heart Puncturing his movement He fell slowly Releasing his grip from