Mia Wallace Bloody Nose Novels & Stories

His lips found the instant words he could use to express his shock, while alternating touching his nose and looking at his blood-smeared hand, in great disbelief that it actually came from his breathing holes. "What? You've never had a nosebleed?" Zoe remarked with a scowl, when she observed the kind of shocked expression that she didn't think she had ever seen in his face before. "A nosebleed?" Malcolm asked again with incredulity, as he gasped again and again, not knowing the right words to use, while experiencing an extreme shock. "Feels good to see you insanely shocked that you had a nosebleed. Guess the rich guy has never been headbutted before?" Zoe's snarky voice continued with a taun

I feel like I’m floating, like none of this is real. Then I hear it. A struggle. Muffled yelling. A gunshot. Silence. Two minutes pass. I barely breathe. Then the back door peels open. Hale stands there, eyes red and streaming, one hand clenched at his side, the other bracing on the door. “Anything in there I can wipe my eyes with?” he mutters. “The fucker maced me.” I jerk upright, fumbling for the glove compartment. My fingers tear it open, digging through receipts, napkins, random wrappers—until I find a pack of makeup wipes.

he menacingly hisses and before I know what’s happening I am smashed against the deep burgundy wall, the gold letter opener pressed against my throat. His breath, heavy with the smell of aged whiskey, wafts in my face before his fist lands hard on my eye. Knowing defending myself would be suicide, I stand there and take every single blow. By the end of it, I am certain my face is the same navy-blue color as the thick plush wall to wall carpet that adorns this space. “why did I hear a second howl” Marcus asks in anger and kicks me in the knees making me buckle to the ground. I try not to cough, and with my eyes cast to the floor I mutter my reply. “It’s a free wolf, sir”

Darkness except for the window across the floor showed partial moonlight. Walter stepped inside glancing left. His back turned aside from the doorway. As he continued probing through the dimness, something smashed into the skull’s rear! He twisted toward the dresser next to the doorway. His hands shot out to break his downfall. The edge of his chin caught the tip of dresser. He leaned on top of the dresser for support. Blood poured from his nostrils. At that moment he realized his nose broken. Walter’s face throbbed with bewildered pain. In his mouth, he tasted blood and fractured teeth. He tried to talk, but loose teeth rolled around in his mouth. Excruciating pain shot through the back of

My eyes and nose hurt so bad. “Phoebe, you okay?” I opened my eyes to squint at Zoe. When did she get on the court? “Who the fuck did that?” I demanded. “Babe, your nose is bleeding,” Sam winced. “What?” I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and looked at it to see blood running down my wrist. “I am so sorry,” Reed said, his voice oddly soft. “You have a strong head.” “Fuck you, Reed Hastings.”

My futile attempt just causing Lupus to chuckle, his hands holding me down. “I can see you are mated, but once I am done killing that mate of yours Mika, you’ll be free and mine in a few days. So, stay in your cell Little Wolf and wait for the day I can fuck you senseless.” He licks the side of my face and in retaliation, I head but his nose and hear a satisfying crunch. A punch to my stomach reminds me of how weak I am, the breath inside me being knocked out as I glare back at Lupus who holds a bleeding nose in his left hand. A bleeding nose with red blood. Shock fills me, the stench of a Soulless still prevalent on him but his red blood has me questioning his background.

He thought he heard a baby crying. Bella gasped. “Wah. Wah. Wah,” came the cry again. “Where’s that noise?” He got up and looked around the room. “Wallace, don’t,” begged Bella. “It sounds like a baby.” “Wallace, I-” Wallace saw at the corner of his eyes a baby’s hand was moving around in the air. Searching for his mother. He got up off the bed. Standing naked in front of her. “Please, please,” cried Bella. She wrapped the bed sheet around her naked body.

Instead, I reached for the remote, needing noise, needing distraction, needing anything but the thoughts spiraling through my head and to drown her out. Fine. If she wanted to play savior to a con artist, that was her cross to carry. “Yeah, sit here and feel sorry for yourself,” she muttered. “That’ll fix everything.” The screen came to life. The news anchor’s voice filled the room. "Breaking news in the Wallace family case. After a swift trial, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace have been sentenced to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. Evidence of human trafficking, organ harvesting, and systematic abuse of minors proved overwhelming—"