Mia Wallace Bloody Nose Novels & Stories

I collapse, heart laboring under the strain I just put it through. Everything hurts. My body screams at me to lie down and never get up again. But I don’t have time. My enhanced nose picks up even more blood scenting the air—and far too much of it is Marshall’s. He needs help, and I’m the only one here. Shaking off the weakness and the instinct to cower, I struggle to my feet and lift my head. The bottom drops out of my stomach. Marshall is dripping blood. An open wound on his neck tells me how close one of the wolves came to ripping his throat out.

I hoisted her dress up so that I couldn’t fuck her hard but then she started to wiggle beneath me again. I thrust my leg between hers to make her stop but then she smashed her head against mine making me stagger back. I put my hand over my now broken nose and watched as it drenched in blood. “Fuck you asshole, you think you could waltz here and fuck me and I will allow it as if nothing happened? You think I’m the same girl you have met a couple of years ago?” Misha roared at me I closed my eyes, fixed my broken nose then sneezed the blood out before cleaning my face.

A tremendous force knocked me to the ground, and the violent impact with the floor made every bone in my body feel like it was shattering. Toby's enraged voice rang in my ears. "Wallace, how could you lay your hands on a woman? Are you even a man?" Toby pulled Elvira, who was gasping for air, into his arms with concern. "Elvira, are you okay?" The searing pain at the back of my head left me dazed for a moment. I reached back to touch it, and my hand came away slick with blood. Seeing the blood on my hand, Elvira asked anxiously, "Wallace, are you alright?"

He groaned, reaching for the wet gauze taped to his left shoulder, but a hand caught his wrist. "Look who's awake," Trent said, sitting back in a metal chair. "Don't move." Wallace struggled to sit up, the white-hot agony in his shoulder dragging him back down onto the mattress. He gasped for air, his throat dry. "Lay back down," Trent ordered, setting his mug on the floor. "Doc Renner dug the slug out, but you lost half your blood. You're empty." Wallace ignored him, grabbing Trent's jacket collar with his right hand. "Moss..." he managed, throat raw. "Get to Rachel Moss."

Snickered blondie as she pointed a finger towards Melissa. Melissa took this as an opportunity and cross punched her right in the nose; blood was pouring out of her nose like a running sink. Blondie's face was making a painful and horrified expression. Then she started screaming in pain from her bloody nose. Then she glared at Melissa for what she has done, and Mel just smirked.

"Miss Hazel is here too?" Hazel stepped closer. "Feeling any better?" she asked, gently stroking Noah's head. "My nose stings, and my head is dizzy," Noah replied, his voice quiet. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. "There might be a blood clot in his nose," Alice said, looking at her son with pity. Hazel nodded. "We can clean it out later with some cold water." Just then, Alice's phone rang. It was Dom, likely calling to check on her.

Hugo now has no problem with killing him. This is exactly what I do as he extends my claws and I wait for him to get closer. I listen and wait until I hear that he is within striking distance. I then growl low as I move quickly, slashing my claws deep across his throat. I step back in front of him and see the surprise that is frozen on his face as his hands go to his neck, trying hopelessly to stop the bleeding. As he slightly sways, I whisper, “You shouldn't have turned on me, Wallace... I will not let her go. If I can’t have her, then no one will…”

Maisie, who was rubbing her forehead with a surprised expression, looked at Nolan, who was covering the bridge of his nose. ‘Who would know that he’d come so close to me all of a sudden!?’ Nolan pinched the bridge of his nose and gasped, thanking God that his nose was not a fake one. He then removed his hand, and a stream of warm and sticky fluid gushed out of his nostril. He swiped his philtrum with his fingertip and found out that he was suffering from a nosebleed. “Don’t move!” Maisie hurriedly took out some tissue, dragged him to the side of the bed, sat him down, and wiped it for him.

Mason's face and shirt were covered in blood as he flew back and hit the ground. With a deep moan, he rolled onto his side and gripped his nose. He poured blood between his fingers. I rushed to him after screaming. "Mason!" I reached for him, my knees slamming into the floor. He had a twisted, swollen nose. "Oh God, Mason, stop moving; you're bleeding." He hissed in pain, muttering a curse under his breath. Vincent towered over him, his eyes still hard as he said, “you better know who you’re speaking to. I will not let it go easy next time.”

It collides with my face, and the force pushes me to fall on the floor as I hold my nose. "Motherfucking cunt! Fuck, fuck!" I cuss as I hold my nose. Little drops of blood slips from my hand and starts to drop on the floor. "Ugghhh!" I groan painfully. "Oh my god!" Tamara rushes to my side on the floor. "I am so sorry, lucy." She apologies, "I didn't know you were at the back of the door." She explains hurriedly. I pinch my nose, while tilting my head up, to stop the flow.