Mike Perry Spitting Blood Novels & Stories

He said. "Bloody hell!" Mike swore as he sighted the gun. Policeman instinct kicked in as he tried to retrieve his pistol from his belt. He was still stone-drunk though; his hand shook and the gun tumbled out of his hands. The other man aimed at him and shot. The shot was unusually quiet, was Mike's last thoughts before a dart made contact with his neck and his body was racked with inexplicable pain. He screamed and fell, writhing with agony.

I just shrugged. "What do you mean by that parable, speak in words sister" Perry said while sipping from her glass of soda. "Well... It's Mike again" "What??? Is that guy a psycho? For how long will he keep stretching for what he can't have" she yelled. "Do you get it, there's just a lot on my plate right now" I said and Perry just stretched her hands and held mine. "I may not be able to offer solutions to you but I can offer kind words and a hug, talk to me, what's going on"

He groaned. He choked Alexis, then turned her over and fucked her hard missionary style. She was bleeding yet Mike didn’t stop, as long as she found a bit pleasure from it, Mike was certain she wanted him to go on. He eventually came inside Alexis sweet tight pussy. “Fuck……” he moaned and collapsed on the bed. Alexis face was red and puffy after everything. When Mike looked at her he then realized the gravity of what he has just done. He looked at her neck and then looked downwards to find her bleeding excessively. “Oh shit!” He mumbled.

he roared in anger and hit Mike's head on the floor, causing him to bleed out more blood. “I will kill you.” Eric yelled in anger and kept hitting Mike's head on the floor, as all efforts by Mike to fight Eric were a waste. “Stop it, Eric, you will kill him.” I yelled in fear as I noticed Mike's face was covered with blood. Eric listened to my plead and stopped hitting Mike's head on the hard floor. He made eyes with me and I could see the color of his eyes was darker, which made me realize he was out of control.

Well, thank God I knew some Taylor Swift. At first the mic squeaked, piercing through my eardrums, and I placed both hands against my ears, wincing. BLOOD. THAT’S MY MOM. SHE’S BLEEDING. SOMEONE HELP!! A shrill cry rang in my head and something zinged through me, making me lower my head. “Rene, are you okay?” Mike asked, his voice echoing in my mind. “Go check on her. I’ll tell the dude at the back to turn off the damn thing.” Fred's voice rang in my ears as my breathing slowed, my heartbeat thumping in my ears.

A shrill scream tears out in the silent hallway and it takes me a minute to realize that it's coming from me. “No, no, no, no.” I sob, clutching his pale body into my arms. Mike is bleeding out from his throat. The wound is deep and he has lost a lot of blood. His breathing is almost gone. Without thinking, I bite myself and press my wrist to his mouth. Nothing. No sucking. No movement. Just an idle body. “Mike, please,” I beg, tears gushing out of my eyes like an untamed tap. “Mike, please.” I clutch his body against me, rocking him. I no longer care if the rogue catches up with me, or is watching me make a mess out of myself.

His father, Merle, was released too easily, and the next second, blood from his body began to gush out profusely with no real spot where he was punctured. According to the doctor, it was neither poison nor any toxin that resulted in his extreme loss of blood, something he couldn't yet explain. Paige stood under the dim light, avoiding Dylan's exhausted stare and looking down at her hands. Her hands were covered in Merle's reddish blood, she shivered and sniffed back in her tears. ‘I am so stupid! I am so stupid!’ Paige slammed herself hard. Here she was celebrating a good happening, and then another bad event struck again.

"There's always a way out! I'm not dying so easily! Henderson, Swenson, and Whitlock, just you wait—" But suddenly, David threw up some blood in the midst of his grand speech and sank into the water. "Mr. David, what's the matter? Someone, save Mr. David!"

Just when they thought they had left the dangers of the past behind them, Mike's wail filled their hearings. Mike hadn't noticed that when his boyfriend's limp body had fallen behind that he had to grab tightly for him that a shot had run into the boy's back, breaking his spinal bones and knocking him out flat. None of them noticed the blood dripping down his body but Sage who hadn't mentioned it until he had just put him down to get looked out by the kind neighborhood people and just then had seen it. Fear tore through his heart, as pain filled his body, he cried bitterly, gripping onto the boy without letting go even when he was asked to.

Blood was dripping from his hair into his eyes, nearly blinding him with frustration and fury. He grabbed a staff member roughly by the arm. "What the hell is wrong with you people?!" he shouted. "Someone better find out who did this or there'll be hell to pay!" The terrified staff member stammered apologies but could offer no answers. Mike shoved him away in disgust. He stormed over to Tiffany again, red-faced and trembling with rage. "This was our day!" he yelled. "Our special celebration, ruined by some sick joke." Tiffany looked up at her husband, tears mixing with the blood on her cheeks. "I know," she sniffled. "I just want to go home and forget this ever happened."