Novel & Cerita Kiss The Blood Off My Hands

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

Anna The stench of sweat, paint, and alcohol drowned me, making me forget that I was breathing. It was at the point of choking that I realized that Christopher was squeezing the air out of my lungs. I coughed and tapped his back as lightly as I could. “Christopher, you’re hurting me!”

His fingers traced my cheek as relief spread over his features. "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me!" I seethed, slapping it away aggressively, my eyes narrowing on the ice blue hues of Knox, forcing myself to ignore the flicker of hurt that slipped across his face. "Hush, baby, let me check you over. You hit your head hard." He cooed, and my eyes widened in disbelief at the sincerity in his tone. "Get your STI-riddled hand off of me before I break it the fuck off!" Snapping my mouth closed, feeling the light touch of his fingers on my lips.

My body tensed, and I edged forward like a wolf on the hunt, craving more blood to stain my hands. "Clean this mess up," I ordered Dr. Hazel, then stomped my way back to my room. A wicked smile played on my lips as I washed the blood from my hands, savoring the sight of it swirling in the sink before vanishing, leaving only a trace of crimson residue.

"This really sucks," "Yeah, just calm down," "Please tell Erin to let me go first." I pointed at Erin who was still casually sucking my blood even though she wasn't wearing clothes. "Erin, already let go! Don't overdo it!" Nia with an annoyed tone. "A little more," while still sucking my blood. Actually I don't want to do this, her beautiful hand could hurt. How come her hands are casually cut off he wants. With a heavy heart I tried on her hand and it just broke without any visible blood.

No hospital will ever hire a blacklisted doctor the Internet hates! He might as well be shooting daggers at me with his furious glare. "The skills you're so proud of will rot with you!" My hands clenched down on my box. The lobby was filled with people. I hated Jebediah's smug look, but I had bills to pay. So, I had no other choice but to clench my teeth as I spat, "Fine."

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

I hissed, agitated about the way his smell enveloped me He hummed, like he didn't hear what I said to spite him, then, without warning, he raised his hand and bit down on his thumb his blood, welled up—red, stark against his pale skin, I stood there transfixed, unable to take my gaze off him, He brought his thumb to my lips, pressing it against my mouth. My breath hitched. Sparks ignited where his fingers brushed my skin, the sensation making me itsy, Without thinking, my lips parted. His blood slipped onto my tongue and a shudder ran through me.

Her small fingers were still idly tapping against my chest, matching the slow, agonizing rhythm of my own heartbeat. "Maddie,..." I whispered into her hair, my voice cracking entirely. "Please. Just look at me once." She didn't move. Her lips parted, and in that same flat, terrifying monotone, she whispered to the dark, "The man with the blood hands is crying. Does the blood hurt?"

Everyone is scared of you. He stood up with fury and anger on his face, he glared at her. The confidence that was in her face earlier disappeared. Gossesbumps crept up her skin as he walked towards her, she walked backward forgetting the pool behind her. 'You are all liars, you don't know anything!' He pushed her into the pool; he didn't care; the teacher didn't want to listen, he said he had enough, then he walked away from the pool and stopped just before he turned, his face had changed, the anger and fury had disappeared; he heard jerking and kicking; she was drowning!