Nono Pretty Blood Novels & Stories

My black dress was all bloodied when I straightened up with the crocodile shears at exactly the two-hour mark since we got here. Colt stood up for the first time, walked over and stopped beside me as we started down at Norio’s dick. “Looks like a circumcision.” His voice was low as his eyes took in the pale, flayed flesh on the now unconscious Norio. He had passed out one minute in. “That’s one neat job,” Colt said, and I turned to see him watching me.

Noah whispered and I melted against his body. After a few more rounds of emptying my stomach, I washed out my mouth and looked in the mirror. Did I look like death? Absolutely. But my eyes met Noah’s and they broke my heart a little more. He reached up and started to pull up my shirt. I winced but allowed him to help. Noah cursed and I saw him stumble back, knocking over some products that were sitting on the edge of the tub. “Noah…” “What…what is…” I sighed. “Shep says it’s internal bleeding. Right now it seems to just between some layers of my skin, hence the discoloration but it’s only going to get worse as it starts to happen inside.”

But no horror movie or war news reel had prepared me for tonight. The fight I'd witnessed was played by the rules of demons. That much I knew. Merciless, ruthless, and utterly animalistic. I wondered if Jakkon was an angel of destruction. I looked into Noor's dead eyes. They stared back at me, cornflower blue. She'd faced Jakkon alone. Was she hunting him like Sam? I looked at the base of the altar. A long, slender blade curved like a cutlass shone a faint blue. The color of Noor's soul. Red blood coated its surface. “Jakkon beheaded Noor with her own blade,” I whispered, nausea kicking me in the gut.

“I believe you, but his face is turning blue.” I looked down. Oh, well what do you know? It was. “Blue is my favorite color.” I quipped, staring into his eyes. Seconds passed, and Nox continued to stare down at me. “Fine, you damn kill joy.” Untangling myself from the guy, I stood and brushed off my shorts. There wasn’t any blood on my clothes, thank the Goddess. That would’ve been annoying. Four years at the camps and I still hadn’t figured out how to get blood out of fabric.

“At least he’s thorough.” ‘It’s weird. Mine are fine.” “Not with that blood staining,” Noah quipped, and he scooped the clothing into his hands, holding them out to her. “Go on.” Taking the clothing, Serenity turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Putting the garments on the sink, she looked at the mirror and frowned. Noah was right, she looked like she belonged in a horror movie. Her blonde hair was caked in blood, her clothing soaked in the darkening liquid and it was only now, while standing in the bathroom, she noticed the odor.

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

But I don't know what kind of blood it is. Moments later that smell disappeared and a lady with long hair which was exactly down into her hips crossed in front of me. She is having a pale white skin, red lips, dark black eyes, and scarier aura because of her intimidating gaze, expensive black dress, and her red long nails. She is look like a witch. "Hello, ma’am," I immediately stand up to give her a respect. I don't know who she is, but I have to give respect to this outstanding woman in front of me because I'm in their house.

"Enzo, you're bleeding!" _____

she said seriously. Kira explained to Michael that there were multiple instances that the head of the Mondragon family was meeting up with multiple small and rising mafia families in Russia as well as other smaller countries. A few of the Volk family members were killed and others were harmed while retrieving information. However, as Kira’s soldiers gathered data about the mondragon, one of the data that they had accidentally gathered was an audio recording of the son of the head of the Mondragon family. Ardente Kane Mondragon was Sparo Mondragon’s only child, and there were rumors that he was more psychotic than his father. In the recording, Kane Mondragon was speaking with a retired Russia

"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.