Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

Jake said, cupping his hands over his groin. “Come on, little birdie, you can pretend to pick up the soap.” Little Mike laughed, and advanced toward Jake. Jake swung his fist and Little Mike’s head snapped to the side. He spat blood from his mouth, and his eyes darkened with rage. He had both hands around Jake’s throat and he was slamming his back against the shower wall. “You’re just a fucking punk!” Little Mike yelled.

Standing by his friend while he said I do he looked so handsome took my breath away made me realise I might still Have a tiny thing for him. I am at a bar with a glass of margarita in my hand and when I hear footsteps coming behind me I Turin just in time To feel hot slap on my cheek I look and I see green eyes her red hair in a beautiful assembly. " You bitch " Kate spits people nearby turn to see the commotion I look at her no words to say to her I deserve it I broke her marriage hurt her and her Daughter. " I am so sorry Kate " Don't tell me that I don't want to hear it " it's not the place or the time to talk about this " she turns to see all eyes on us wipe a tear from

He shouldn’t be here questioning his grandfather or Trent because he was the real murderer! Like blood in his throat, Percival clutched at his stomach, his body painfully leaning forward, and suddenly, blood spewed from his mouth, his lips a ghastly shade of blue, blood dripping down, staining the floor. Trent watched Percival vomiting blood, thinking he’d feel a sort of schadenfreude, but he didn’t. He felt like an outsider, watching Percival kneel down, clutching his stomach as blood flowed from his mouth, not feeling the expected satisfaction from revenge.

She ran towards there, passing bewildered nurses and a doctor who seem to be in pain. "Oh my God !! Mike!" She exclaimed hands on her mouth, on seeing Mike's body. He lay there stark naked, his shirt has already faded and his ribs were visible along with his veins. The skeleton of his neck region was visible along with his veins and arteries hanging out like wires connecting to his brain. Some parts were seemingly about to burst out of his skull that looked like a thin shit of paper. On seeing May crying, Mike managed to say "d..d...don't t...ou. ch m..e.e"

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

I spit some blood with vigorous coughs. "You, bitch!!!" I heard Lucifer Miller, the biased mafia kind of the underworld crying in anger before his feet met with my face. "How dare you?" He kicked me on the nose so hard that darkness spread in front of my vision and my ears bled with a beeping noise and came to a thrilling halt as I lost my ability to withstand his beating. Tbc…

Oh, this would make her hate her father. ** Perry was in his room busy with his phone, when he heard the sound of the moving car. He assumed Damien had arrived. He quickly stood up on his feet, ran down the stairs with his phone to show Damien something really important. But what he saw instead shocked him. "Damien?!" He quickly ran to the groaning guy on the floor. His left shoulder, down his arm looked horrifying. It was changing from red to black, having bulges like veins. It was horrifying, but it seems is if Perry was used to seeing it.

" He added and smirked. There was something wrong in his head. "Why the fuck will you tell me that?!" I shrieked, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. He looked shocked or should I say surprised that I was yelling. Why would he? He just told me about them tossing a man off the plane and leaving him to be fish food down the ocean... with an anchor to his leg. God have mercy on this generation..cause what the actual fuck?! "I thought you enjoyed it." He said.

Back in the house, Mike hasn’t stopped his CPR. “Come on, Jess. Come on” he mumbled through his gritted teeth. A few more presses and Jessica’s eyes snapped open with a sharp inhale. But the next second, not knowing where she got the strength, she screamed to the top of her note, screeching the whole house. Her knee pulled up to her body as she writhed on the slippery floor. That’s when Mike noticed the blood oozing out and the broken piece of glass. He flinched back, hissing and snapping shut his eyes. Robert who had just noticed the blood from Sarah’s back was taken back by the scream and ran into the house, kneeling back next to Jessica.

Wide eyed, he stared into the sky as the specter leaned over the rail, floating upward. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered struggling to fight his way free of the bushes. She let out another shriek, her suddenly darkened features stretched until her face was a nightmarish mask. "Stop unhooking my swing, fucker!" She cried, poofing out of existence. Mike scrambled to his feet, rolling free of the bushes covered in bloody scratches. Standing in the warm light of day, his heart pounding a mile a minute, Mike stared up at the porch where he had fallen from. The railing was cracked, and behind it, the porch swing swayed gently in the breeze.