Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

As I went in and out of sleep the Earth began to ease into a deep sleep. Suddenly there was a bright light in the darkness and Mike was there. Both of them worried and saying words I did not understand, their gestures jerky and frantic. A searing pain raced across my abdomen, hot like fire and then knotted up. I moaned and tried to wake up fully. Unable to I felt myself being lifted, another pain shot through me; in my back this time and it felt like I would break. I felt something warm trickle down my thighs, and recognized it as blood by the iron like tang in the air. I was bleeding, why was I bleeding? I tried to listen but my vision was blurry, the pains coming quicker and quicker; so th

No reply. “Jax!” Mike called out, his voice bouncing off the broken walls. Still nothing. Then Ryan suddenly froze. “There!” Mike looked ahead. Jax lay on the floor surrounded by broken glass and chunks of concrete. Ryan’s heart nearly stopped. He rushed over and dropped to his knees beside his brother. “Jax!” There was no response. Ryan gently turned him onto his back. Blood stained his hands immediately. His eyes widened. “So much blood…” Mike hurried over, face pale. “Oh my God…”

As her foot met my gut, I quickly felt my blood climbs above my throat then suddenly made me spitted it out from my mouth. I closed my eyes as I took all my courage to whisper. “H-help me, C-Ciara.” I held my mouth to stop me from coughing blood but it won't just stop. She smirked at me then harshly rummaged her charcoal black hair. She then kicked me again as blood kept on vomiting out of my mouth. D*mn it! I closed my eyes as I held my belly suppose to ease the pain but I just winced. “Stop spitting that d*mn blood, Night! I'm going to drain that all later when you are already dead!”

The shifter asked. Suddenly, he began coughing and reached out to touch his neck. Threw up a ton of blood which made the demon standing behind him back up. There was movement in the background. I gasped when I saw Maverick stand up. I heard the sound of bones breaking. Break. Pop. Snap.

"Then you better keep lying forever. And keep it down—don't wake her up." "She drank the milk. She's out." "Still, watch it. Too much sleeping medication builds tolerance. Enough talk—go draw the blood." Their words cut through me like a blade. My legs nearly gave out. As their footsteps neared, I forced myself to stumble back to the bedroom. So that milk Vincent gave me? Laced with sleeping pills. But tonight, my stomach had been off—I'd thrown it up not long after drinking it. And those mornings I woke up groggy, my arm covered in tiny puncture marks? Vincent always blamed mosquitoes. He was so convincing—I actually believed him.

Mike's voice echoed. "Now how will you clean this mess?” I asked him, wiping my tears. I knew my brother was capable of making things right for me. “You know how it's done, blood needs to flow but the question is whose?" he looked at me. " No please let it not be Claus Mike I…I—" Before I could say anything, I began to throw out, and the entire floor was filled with darkness. Mike looked at my vomit and then back at me with shock. “What have you done?!" he asked in an angry tone.

I stumble, my vision blurring, and then everything goes black. --- When I come to, I'm lying on the cold, hard ground of the parking lot. My head is throbbing, and I can taste blood in my mouth. I try to move, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive. Panic surges through me as I realize I'm not alone. The man from the premiere is standing over me, his eyes wild and his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You whore! You think you can just walk away from Mike like that?” he spits, his voice filled with venom. “You think you can just replace him with someone else and everything will be okay?”

Jo woke up with a terrible headache. She definitely over-estimated her vigor and stamina to have fun based on her youthful glory the previous day. She gently turned her head. ‘Damn it!’ She cursed in her mind. She was on her big sofa bed in the living room. ‘What the fuck? What happened here last night?’ That question was the only one flashing in her mind when she carefully examined Mike, who was sleeping next to her. The lad had blue eyes like a panda, some bruises on his face and a bandaged neck. Not to mention, the dressing was soaked with blood.

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

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…