Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

"you're bleeding!" He winced, wrapping his right arm around his left ribs, a proud smirk lifting thr edge of his lips. "You should see the others." Avery lowered her face, and rested her head on his chest, his heart beating rapidly against her ear. She wrapped her arms around him, showering him with affection and gratitude. "Thank you, Michael. Let's leave here while we-" The words were still hanging on her lips, when Michael turned her swiftly. Peering up at him, she saw his eyes pale. He coughed out blood and fell to his knees. A loud wail tore out of her lips as he crashed to the ground, bleeding from his wounded side.

SOPHIA Mike found the pad, and the blood, and his hand quickly disappeared from between my legs. "Fuck," he cursed, disgust clear in his voice. "I'm sorry, Big Mike, if you want, I can still…" I made myself gesture vaguely toward him, and I wanted to vomit at the implication, but desperate times required desperate measures. "No. That's fucking disgusting, bitch. I'm not interested.” He climbed off the bed, and the relief was so intense I felt dizzy.

But, my lips hurt a bit and I checked it on my phone and found out that it was bleeding. " Blood and you, you can never be separated from it Dorothy. Blood has always loved you a lot since your youth and even to your adulthood that you are suffering from the blood cancer. You should confess it to Alex, soon. You shouldn't leave him hanging, Dorothy," I talked to myself while looking at the phone. Alex has full right to know about this. . . What do you think guys? Should Echo forgive Mike? Drop your views on main comment section ❤

Bile quickly rises to my throat, and I swallow it down. Wrong decision to make. Before I can think, it rushes up my throat again, and I hunch over. Right there, in the middle of the aisle, I empty my guts. I puke. A whitish transparent liquid. My throat feels raw, hot. “Gross,” someone grimaces. Jafeth looks away, jaw clenched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Black dots dance in my vision, my head swims. I feel light-headed. Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…

But Ursa, seeing through his intentions, grabbed him and delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen. Thud! Mike spat blood. But with the mask concealing his face, no one could see his miserable state. "I forfeit… I can't… Ahhh!" he cried. Yet, the relentless drumming drowned out his voice. Despair and terror consumed him. Ursa, venting his frustration with Nidora, showed no mercy, toying with Mike like a rag doll—twisting, pulling, slamming… Mike could hear his bones cracking as he screamed in agony. Unfortunately, his cries never reached the viewing platform.

There was a sharp pain in his chest. What the fuck hurt so much? Mike tried shifting his position and groaned in pain from the effort. What the hell happened last night? The memories came back slowly, Danni, the frat house, the explosion on his head. He tried to open his eyes. It was dark. He felt around for his lamp. *Click*Click. Mike sighed, "Hello?" he said. Why did it sound muffled? He felt of his face. Bandages. 'Oh you must be really fucked up,' he thought.

Obeying Michael released Summer allowing her to slump to the ground coughing and spitting blood. "Now." Jackson spoke, "It is time for both of you to tell me what exactly happened here this evening."

"Where did she go? Oh fuck, my head hurts really bad..." "Tell the others we found Mike!" Darian yelled at some of them as they closed in. One of them handed him a handkerchief. Darian squatted beside his brother, rested his head in his lap, and wrapped the handkerchief around Mike's bleeding wound. "Are the bullets silver or ordinary?" "No they are regular bullet, not silver. My body is rejecting the bullet, but it's hurting real bad. Mike closed his eyes. "Where's Asta?" Two other men came running towards them.

“No girl would lie about something like this. Clearly, she was pushed to the brink! “I think Wilfred is still trying to cover for that little bastard!” Worked up, Mr. Perry Sr. was suddenly wracked by a violent coughing fit, eventually spitting out a mouthful of blood. The butler panicked and rushed forward to support him. “Please, Mr. Perry Sr.,” he pleaded. “You’re not young anymore. Don’t worry about these things. Your health comes first.” Leaning back against the pillows, Mr. Perry Sr. swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth. “This… this is just my fate… I’m reaping what I’ve sown…