Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

If he enjoyed this…if he survived this bittersweet ache, he could save his friends. Mike was ashamed to meet Gem’s intense gaze. He just let Zane drill him until he could smell a lot of blood oozing from his ass. He panicked and tried to pull away, but Zane pressed his head to the wall. He fucked his ass harder and harder, regardless of his screams to stop. “Please stop,” Mike couldn't help but cry out. He didn't want to die like this. Mike was bleeding profusely now, and the sight was too gory for Gem not to speak.

“Ok, fine. I will take you to my place” I suddenly feel something coming up my throat with a great speed, I grab Paul and before I could react, I found myself vomiting on him. “Fuck!!” He exclaims. I stop vomiting and wipe my mouth with my hands, then it’s light’s out. **** Mike turns towards me with a glint of evil in his eyes, his body covered in blood, he had just cut off the head of that man. He holds his blade tightly and starts laughing sinisterly as he takes slow predatory steps towards me.

He says in a strong voice. I nod as I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I take off the sweatshirt Damon let me borrow, and I turn on the bathroom light to face the mirror, screaming as I do; I didn’t realize it was this bad. My clothes are covered in blood, and now I can’t get the picture of Mike’s bloody body out of my head. The screams that were heard and the way his eyes stared blankly into mine as he was dying…

"Were have you been?! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Alexandra was surprised at how worried he was but then gestured to Adom and Mike seemed to understand. Mike looked around in confusion. Alexandra could get a better look at him. His hair was messy and the hair that fell on his forehead had some blood on it. His mouth had dried blood, and his shirt was dirty with blood all over especially in a small area where Alexnadra was sure Mike used to try to wipe the disgusting blood on his mouth. Alexandr felt a pang of pity for him. Mike never wanted to be parts this type of situation.

As my body shook, I only drive heaved. “Tatum..” Sparks erupted around my face. I didn’t realize I was crying. Maybe it was from being forced to throw up? Either way, Maddox was standing in front of me. “Peircy, you are bleeding!” “I killed him.” He groaned. I looked over to see Black dead on the floor and Peircy pulling Brett down from the ceiling. His side was leaking blood. “Get him.” I whispered to Maddox. “Fix him.” “Tatum, you are bleeding!” Maddox looked down. There was blood coating my sweats, but I could feel the babies in me.

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…”

"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.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he