Naomi Scott Blood On White Satin の小説・ストーリー

If I hadn’t just held back we might have tweaked it earlier! The girl smirked and my eyes widened when she suddely spilled the soda on my dress! I heard a sigh. The coldness and viscosity penetrated inside my clothes. My dress is white so I can see the stain there. The liquid was flowing down to my dress, I looked so messy and wet! I suddenly remembered a scenario. This is how I reached out to Hanna. And I'm fantasizing of doing to her what I did to Hanna. "I said, didn't I? I told you to leave if you don't want trouble."

I needed to cry so there would be no more tears to cry for their sake. I left the bath as a new woman. Having washed away the north from my body, hoping that the Alpha would block my connection to them. I left Scarlett in the bath and exited the bathroom as Annika. There was a beige dress on the bed with a note when I came out. "Wear it and meet me for dinner so I can introduce you. PS, look nice to make it easy," It read, and I giggled. There was new underwear attached to it. I wondered if they had a boutique in the mansion or had these things lying about the place. I must have spent a while in the bathroom.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

"I don't like this feeling you guys?" They came to a total stop when saw a leg poking out from the classroom. But it was covered in blood. "OMAR?!" Naomi shut. Who did this to you? Omar was shivering like a leaf. Tears roll down the face. ..... I.. I.. I .....I... Was raped by a total stranger! Naomi looked down and saw blood Running between her legs plus it was fresh also. Did you see the person that rapped you? Omar shook her head back and forth, No I didn't she

The only reason I hadn’t stormed into his room and left him with scars he’d never forget was because I knew when to play the bigger man. I tossed the paper aside and stood, reaching for the bottle of liquor on the table. But I froze. Naomi was still standing there. Only now, she wore nothing but a see-through mesh cloth. Her robe lay crumpled on the floor at her feet. Her body quivered when my gaze landed on her, and she tried to cover her nipple with a trembling hand. “You said… if I can get you in the mood, you’d remove one million from my debt,” she muttered, almost to herself.

I turned and walked to the full-length mirror by the closet. And then I screamed. The back of my white nightie was covered in blood. Dark red. Fresh. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” I ran back to the bed and tore off the blankets. The sheets were soaked. Bright red everywhere. Like someone had been hurt. Like someone had died. I fell to my knees. The tears came then. Hot and fast and uncontrollable. Anuela stood in the doorway, looking terrified. “Ma’am… I’m so sorry.”

“The patient needs blood infusions. Which one of you has B-type blood?” “Me. I have B-type blood,” Naomi stepped forward. The doctor measured her for a while and asked, “You are…” “The patient is my father,” Naomi replied. The doctor nodded in assent. “Then please follow me.” “Wait,” Mrs. Gosling suddenly said. Just when both of them turned their heads, she rolled up her sleeves and said, “Take my blood. I have B-type blood too.” Before Naomi could do or say anything, Mrs. Gosling left with the doctor. When she walked past Naomi, she pitched her voice low and whispered, “This is what I can do for you.”

We ran towards the temple. “Find them and don’t kill the girl she is mine” I heard the evil priestess call out behind us. I watched as Tharros and Lucien fought some of the members of the evil priestess cult. Blood was being spilled and the scene was gruesome. I have been afraid of watching blood and this scene made me sick and I felt myself losing control of myself. The moon was now shining on top of me and I started feeling energy flowing inside me and every member whoever tried to come and capture me, they were hit by a boltof white light and turned into dust.

I'm riding in cloud nine with Sage sitting next to me. We're almost to our destination when her body language changes and she places her legs back on the floor Infront of her. She's ridged as she tries to sink as low as possible in her seat. "Are you ok?" I ask looking at her from the corner of my eye. Her face is pale and she looks as if she's about to throw up. "Sage what's wrong?" I ask again slowing down a bit. "Is there someone standing on the porch of the blue house with the white trim on the left?" She asks, her voice quiet. "If so did he see me?" Her voice barely audible as if she's afraid someone will hear her.

I heard the screech of heavy chairs against the wood and a piercing scream from my mother but I couldn’t look away from the center of the room. I looked at the floor, and my breath stopped. The white tiles, which had been polished to a mirror shine, were disappearing under a pool of deep, dark crimson. It looked like a nightmare had bled into reality. Santino was down. The blood was soaking through his crisp white shirt with a speed that made my head spin, turning the fabric into a heavy, wet shroud. His handsome face was losing its color, turning a terrifying shade of ash. Even as his strength failed him, his dark eyes remained locked on mine, filled with a look of love so intense it felt l