Nina Simone Blood On The Leaves Novels & Stories

No wonder she smelt of cinnamon and dollars! '𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑇𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢� ��𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑠? 𝐼𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑠.' My subconsciousness begged as well. We needed the money so badly. We both needed the money.

Alice pointed towards the right, not even caring to see straight in Simone's eyes which held deep fury. She pulled her one leg up to her chest, and in one pull, brought out a big silver knife from her long boots making Alice and Rex stiffen on their places. Kissing the tip of the blade, Simone scurried towards the kitchen smirking at everyone, giving them an idea that her demons were finally unleashed in full glory. And from a little distance, they heard her singing with a sadistic laugh, and no trace of humanity. "Knife, Knife on the wall, Walker's shoulder on the fall!”

I saw fear registered in her eyes. "Lana Green, it is unfortunate and quite condescending for you to think I will be petty enough to make you stand trial for harassing me and calling me a whore. It also shows that you are yet to learn and may never learn. As Luna and a divine wolf, I have bigger issues to deal with, so I can't afford to be petty. We are having this trial because we want a lasting peace in Blood Moon country," I said, and Adam looked at me. I knew why. That was the first time I would call our country Blood Moon country. I smiled at him and continued.

Nessa asked with an arched eyebrow and defense stance. "To collect the baby from you." Simone answered with a glare. Back to present: Simone scoffed. "B-But you are about to kill a new born in cold blood. Look, I know you are an heartless assassin but killing a child..." Her voice softened for a moment. "Won't affect me." Nessa completed with an emotionless face. She looked down at the wailing child and glanced at the moon whose light was dim. Simone slowly and carefully muttered a spell and a ball of purple mist suddenly appeared on Simone's stretched hand. Nessa looked up suddenly and saw it coming towards her but it was too late. The mist hit her on her right arm, making her drop the chil

"There is b—blood down there." "What?" She back away from the hole, pointing at it with a shaky finger. "Blood, Val. There's blood in there." I walked up to the hole to take a look. And sure enough, there was blood on the surrounding floor boards. Dried blood. "I was trying to scrub the floor and the board moved." Veronica explained, her voice still full of fear.

The slight, almost imperceptible shake of his head told me everything. The basement was empty. Rita wasn't there. Rage surged through me. My hand slipped into the pocket of my dress, my fingers closing around the small, concealable blade Nehemiah had insisted I carry. I stepped closer to Jenna, my mind made up. If I couldn't find Rita, I would force Simone into giving her back with the only thing he valued - his daughter's life. But before I could move, the music stopped. "Ladies and gentlemen," Simone’s voice boomed as he stepped onto a raised dais. "Tonight, we celebrate the ultimate commodity - potential."

I didn't even realize I was crying until a tear slid down her cheek… no, my tear… my agony transferred onto her skin. Simone appeared at my side, blood dripping from her nose and the edges of her mouth. She looked just as wrecked as I felt, maybe even more. Her hands trembled as she rummaged through her pack. She pulled out a small green leaf and held it to Alison’s nose. “What the hell is that?” I asked hoarsely, my voice barely my own. “Mint leaf,” Simone replied, panting. “It’s highly medicinal. Used in ancient healing rituals. It’ll pull her back… hopefully.”

Inside is the most intimidating black dress I've ever seen—something between velvet and liquid sin, deep V-neck, thigh-high slit. "Isn't that a little much?" I squeak. "Not for you." Simone's tone softens. "The goal is to make you impossible to ignore." The next hour blurs—hair trim, citrus face mask, subtle spray tan. Then Simone sets three boxes in front of me. "Lingerie. Pick one. Or I'll pick for you." White and innocent. Red and dangerous. Black and unforgettable. "Which would Gale have picked?" Simone asks, eyes sharp. "The white."

He runs a hand through his blonde hair as if he's trying to figure out what to say next. "Actually if you have free period I would like to talk to you. Alone." He says looking me up and down again. I instinctively pull my jacket tightly around me looking up at him. Another pang goes off in my sinuses and I take my glasses off pinching the bridge of my nose. Damn the pills need to kick in soon.