Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

His eyes seemed to be laughing. "I don't do timid." With that the eating resumed around the table and conversation flowed easily. The only thing I hate about all this is that Arisa had to give up some of her blood to Veronica for noth-. Arisa's ear piercing screamed surrounded the room. I stood up quickly, effectively knocking my chair to the ground, and ran to her side as she twitched and convulsed on the floor. Glaring at Veronica, I picked Arisa up into me arms. "What did you do?!"

And puke some more. “Holy shit!” Mike gasps in shock, “What the fuck happened here. This is sick!” He’s not really asking me; I get that he is just as astonished by the horrific scene as I am. I pull my shirt up over my nose after sorting myself out and finish vomiting. Images of my pack being massacred flash behind my eyes, the gory scene bringing back memories as I cast my eyes around the open room and the bodies that litter the floor. All their heads had been removed and spiked on pool cues or bar stool legs.

My eyes close, and he picks up, "Mia?" "Perry went outside and something bit him. He says he saw someone — a ghost — and he ran out before I could stop him. He's bleeding. H-he didn't see what did it, and I don't think it was a bobcat o-or an opossum or a fox or—" "I'm coming, just hang on, okay? Clean him up." "Do I take him to the hospital?" "Is he bleeding bad?" "I don't know — I think I can stop it but I don't know what's the right thing to do," I blurt, my sanity slipping.

This is his first time experiencing this kind of thrill so no wonder he felt this adrenaline rushing through his body. (This is my first time that this happened to my life.) "Hey, Mik-!?" Just before he could finish his sentence he sees Mike spitting some blood. Mike's mouth is bleeding, it must be from the punch he received earlier. Ray is amazed that Mike's managed to endure it not to mention hide it from him. "Oy! Are you okay!?" Ray worriedly asked Mike. "This is fine for now. Don't let your guard down, they are not giving up just like that."

“I don't….I don't know what you are talking about,” Doctor Mike said in denial and one of the members of Zayn’s gang hit him with the whip in his hand and the shirt torn for the seventh time that day, blood seep out of the wound and the groaned after letting out a scream that rang throughout the basement.

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!”

hahh…' Richard looks breathless after beating MIke so hard. MIke's blood dripped down Richard's fist. The red suit he was wearing also looked wrinkled, as a result of what he did to MIke. ''Check his pulse, is he still alive or not'' Richard cleaned the traces of MIke's blood stuck to his hand with a handkerchief that his subordinates gave him. ''He’s still alive Boss'' ''Put him in the car'' Richard's men untied MIke & immediately took MIke into their car. One of Richard's men also received a phone call and informed Richard of the contents of the call he had received.

WINTER Mike's hand is still on my throat when I decide I've had enough of being the victim in other people's dramatic scenes. Time to change the narrative. I reach into my pocket and pull out the small canister I had taken out of my bag before getting into Mike's car. I spray it directly into his eyes. Mike screams like I just told him his credit card got declined, except louder and more genuine, and his hand immediately flies off my throat to clutch at his face.

Cade turned around and found Gina who was staring at the floor with an incredulous look. The girl's face was bright red with anger. "What's wrong?" Cade approached. The floor near Mike's chair was covered in sticky liquid. "Sorry, Ms. Treyvon. I didn't mean to." Mike said casually. His expression showed false remorse. There was a smirk hidden in the corner of the boy's mouth. Gina shook her head repeatedly. "No," she said as she looked at the boy. "You did it on purpose, Mike. You spilled it on purpose. I saw it myself."

“Of course, I know it’s going to make him mad. I want him mad; he doesn’t know it’s us that did this.” Mike moved over to Jade's arm and pushed her sleeve up. He slowly pushed the needed into her arm, and connected the tube. Mike looked over to David who was sitting watching him. Mike released the tube so the blood could flow freely into the bag. Mike finished up draining the rest of the blood he needed, he pulled the needle out and pushed a piece of cotton on the wound. Mike went to the cabinet pulling out a camera and snapped a few pictures of Jade’s face. “That'll do.” He smiled.