New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

“Don't worry, Princess. Nothing will happen to him, I will not let anything happen to our son… just keep yourself strong!! I am here!! I'm here with you… nothing is going to happen to him, I promise… even if that means I have to fight with the devil of the underworld, I am not afraid. I will fight him too, if that ends up being the only way to make Adrin healthy again… so don't worry!! Nothing is going to happen to him, nor are you alone here, okay.” “Ma'am, Sir, there is a small piece of gravel stuck near his left eyebrow, almost 2 mm in diameter. This is why the bleeding is not stopping yet. We need to take him to the hospital to pull it out and stitch it up. Don't worry it is going to be

He can also hear the popping sound of his skin being pierced, as if he has been drugged and then stabbed by someone with a needle, but he can still hear it without pain. Then, drops of black blood oozed out from dozens of needle holes.

It was like I had gotten the piercing a year ago, and not just yesterday. I burped, and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I grimaced. Ugh, I must have ingested my blood by mistake. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still stunned. This didn’t make any sense. Why did the wound on my tongue stop bleeding in such a short time? My condition caused wounds to bleed uncontrollably, and because of this my skin bruised easily. Had Lucius done something to stop the bleeding, like that pain relief bar from last night? That had done the trick—

Not a single peck of hair in sight… just how I like it. My heartbeat accelerates as I pass the washcloth over his nipples. A hiss slips past his lips and I look up to find his eyes half shut and cloudy with… pain? My throat tightens with alarm. “Are you okay?” “No.” His voice is a deep rumble in his chest. I swallow and whisper; “why?” His head lowers as he stares at the piercing; “I got this a few days ago. It hasn’t fully healed yet.” I look at it and for the first time, I realize that the spot is soft and tender. “Really?”

"Breathe in." She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished." I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Gently applying pressure, I pressed down on her foot, causing blood to gush out. She winced slightly but remained unconscious. Approaching the iron mat, I squatted before it. It was still covered in blood. I reached out my elbow, allowing the needles to pierce into it, since my hands were covered in gloves. I watched as my blood flowed, mixing with hers. As I waited for healing to take place, I grew concerned. It usually took me less than ten seconds to heal completely, yet now, the process was significantly slower. If I didn't look closely, I wouldn't notice that I was healing at all.

Within minutes, her hundreds of thousands of followers flooded the post with angry comments. I watched as Ruby picked up a craft knife. Gritting her teeth, she lightly made a small cut. Blood flowed from the shallow wound. However, it stopped bleeding quickly. Seeing it wasn't dramatic enough, she picked up the craft knife again and carefully traced over the wound, deepening it.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I was bleeding again. Allison's dagger had sliced through the bandage and into my arm. I walked quietly to the bathroom. There was a leftover bandage in the first aid box there. I cleaned the blood and deftly tied up my injured arm with the bandage. Coming back into the room, I saw the glitter of fresh tear tracks on her cheeks. Some tears had overspilled while she slept. I looked at her wonderingly.

The sole sound that could be heard was his unsteady yet heavy breathing. His chest rose and fell baggily, and a stream of blood flowed down a corner of his lips. Derek was in sheer pain. Groaning, his eyes diverted to the spot where Michelle had stabbed him. Due to how much he moved, the wound reopened, and now, he was bleeding profusely. His blood gradually soaked his entire clothing, as the gynecologist drowned in a pool of pain. It was agonizing then again, Derek didn't regret fleeing from that room.