Nina Simone Blood On The Leaves Novels & Stories

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

"We call upon the ancient spirits who walked these glades before the first glass tower was ever raised! Turn your eyes to the west, where the thieves sit on thrones of stolen life! Hear the cry of your children!" From the shadows of the arched walkway, King Navarien stepped forward. His bare feet gripped the earth outside the chalk lines, his emerald eyes burning with the raw, uncorrupted fire of a primordial sovereign. He extended his hands toward the central flame, his voice joining Maeve's in a deep, guttural duet that sounded like the tectonic plates of the world grinding together.

******* The sound of footsteps approaching the living room entrance made Dana stop filing her nails and stared without blinking. But when she saw Mr. Simone, she rolled her eyes, going back to her nail file again. "Good morning," Mr. Simone said politely. She glared at him from behind the curtain of her eyelashes, gritting her teeth together, and then replied coldly, "Mmhmm." "I want to ask you something." Mr. Simone said. When Dana did not respond and continued to pretend to be occupied with filing her nails, he said with increasing desperation, "Please,"

Simone P.S. If you can’t get her to sleep, try singing “Be Without You” by Mary J. Blige. It’ll knock her right out. I carefully folded the letter that sliced my heart like a razor blade. I didn’t have the strength to read Nori’s letter. Did I make a mistake? I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and dialed Simone’s new number. It was early, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t mind. “Hi! You reached Simone. I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message after the beep, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!”

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

Trey wouldn’t even try it out of fear we’d tease him to death. I dropped my hands flat on the table and leaned forward, fully hard and not giving a damn who saw. I was free ballin’ as usual, so I didn’t have anything to hold me in, my cargo pants would show it. I watched this fierce red headed siren’s fingers fly effortlessly, as if she could play it in her sleep. Simone might be a booking agent but she’s younger and doesn’t always know or appreciate damn good music. She looked bored and I couldn’t waste anymore time looking at her.

She had showed Naiad a screen of two vampires fighting, both looking equally matched, “and for the experiment.” They were given a glass of blood, and soon the fight was over in a few seconds. “See the person that won drank your blood and the loser drank just regular blood. That is how powerful your blood is.” “Am I a blood bank to you?” Naiad angrily growled. Dawning on Naiad was her role in the war. She couldn’t stop screaming and struggling to get out of the machine. “It wouldn’t help. I made sure your voice doesn’t affect us, remember the liquid you drank. You now belong to us Naiad.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Simone froze. “You don’t get to cry now,” she added, her tone low, cutting. “Not after everything.” Her chest rose sharply with a shaky breaths. “There’s blood on your hands,” Those words were very difficult for her to say as she sighed with a little sound coming out of her mouth. Simone flinched. “And you think that changes anything?” she continued, shaking her head faintly, tears slipping down again. “You think that makes me forget?”

She leaned on the rough bark of the silver birch tree as she gawked at Simone who couldn't hold the urge back, her vanilla scent pulled her closer and she rushed toward her. She just stood there. RUN BITCH! Simone thought. Shuddering. Simone's fangs brushed against her cold skin and she bit her, sinking it into her neck and draining her blood. “I told you to stay away from me.” She pulled away from her neck. Blood. She craved more. She needed more. She would tear her apart.