Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

Mike recovered faster than I expected, and I had only run halfway down the hallway when he grabbed me. He snatched the back of my hoodie and swung me around, throwing me face first into the lockers. Pain exploded in my head and my vision went white. When color and shapes bled into the white, I realized I was on the ground. Something warm ran down the side of my face and when I wiped it away, blood covered my fingers. My heart stuttered, and I looked up at Mike. The look of fury on his face was like nothing I’d seen before. He was going to kill me! A scream ripped from my throat and I scrambled to get to my feet.

“Daddy’s here now.” Cathy’s heart hammered against her ribs. She tried to speak, but her tongue felt thick and useless in her mouth. As Mike drew closer, she noticed the perfect stillness of his chest. He wasn’t breathing. “What… what happened to you?” she finally managed to choke out. Mike’s lips curled into a cold smile—revealing gleaming white teeth. That’s when Cathy saw them—two puncture marks on his throat, stark against his pale skin. The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place, and the realization hit her like a physical blow.

She said pointing a gun at me. “Say your last prayer baby girl” She said with a devilish smile I stared at her wondering if she really she is okay at all Suddenly, I heard the sound of a gunshot!! Jesus Christ!!! What do you think?? 👖👙Mike’s POV👖👙 “What do you think you are saying from your mouth?” I yelled at him and he shivered “I’m sorry sir, It just happened, I don’t understand” He said lowering his gaze I gasped

Ethan heard the noise and glanced back. In the faint light, he saw me on the ground, looking like I was throwing up. He just snorted. "Drink yourself to death. It's what you deserve." Then he got into his car and drove off, leaving a trail of dust. I was left alone, in the chilly alley, feeling the world spin as I got sick. In the live stream, everyone watching got scared. [Host! You're spitting up blood!] [Someone call 911, quick!] [Who's that guy? So mean. He didn't even look back.]

Hinata stood there frozen, she couldn't utter a word, as her body was going through a shock. There was blood splattered everywhere and all mike did was smile. Has he been used to this kind of thing, killing people? , all these thoughts kept running inside her head as she stood there frozen.

I bit back a sob, clutching his hand tightly, while ignoring the cold seeping into my skin that may have well begun to numb me. “I a-am s-s-sorry.” He croaked out, his fingers reaching to graze my cheeks, but I shook my head, unable to accept it. “No, you are not.” My voice cracked, squeezing his hands even tighter in hopes that he could feel the truth I spoke. I was a mess, with hair plastered all over my face and snot dripping from my nose, but my entire world was crumbling before me. “You are not sorry.” Micah managed a smile, his lips thinning, but they never reached his eyes. A harsh cough tore from his lips, his body shaking violently as he spewed phlegm and blood, and my eyes widened

Mike screams, “A fucking psycho! “ “Yeah, “ the guy calls, “Don’t forget to call the police. “ I open my eyes to see Mike, pressing his palm over his nose. His fingers are stained and the blood keeps running between them. Mike’s eyes flicker at me, then to the man who just destroyed his face. And whose name I don’t even know… I know nothing about him. My heart speeds up as I think so, and I know I’ve sobered up a bit because I realize what’s actually happening. His hand is closed in a fist, the skin marred with blood and Mike breaks into a run.

Dante said raising his face, his eyes were Red, his face was soaked with tears, Mike had thought the soaked shirts were because of water but he just discovered the man has cried out his eyes, when a man Dante sniffed twice and continued "I still fail to understand why she did this..." "Is it because of my health? Cancer? Ooh cancer is a bastard!" Dante cursed hard "It's fine, bro I gat you" Mike said trying to cheer him up "Oooh no you don't" Dante replied.

His steps were heavy and impatient as he stormed toward the entrance, jaw tight, ready to throw out whoever had the nerve to intrude. He didn’t get that far. A fist cut through the air, the sound of knuckles smashing into bone sharp and brutal. The impact echoed in the cramped room. Mike’s head snapped back, and he stumbled before crashing to the floor. Blood burst from his nose, streaking down over his lips as a raw scream tore out of him. The boys around me froze. The laughter, the mutters, the glow of the phone camera, all of it died in an instant. I stayed on my knees, rooted to the spot, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My breath caught, tight and shallow, as I lifted my eyes.

But things were not going easy, the bleeding was getting worse every second and he could hardly keep himself up. He pressed his hand harder against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding, his breaths coming out in short, painful gasps, pushing through the pain as he fought with those men. Though those men were of no match to him even in such state, Mike could not longer hold on. The sound of his own heartbeat thudding in his ears. His mind was a blur and soon he fell on the ground, slowly drifting into unconsciousness. "I'm sorry, Boss...I was incompetent..." he muttered through clenched teeth just before loosing himself.