Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.

But there was something about it. I got down on my knees, turning my head toward the bathroom to see if it wouldn't come out, and grabbed the shirt with my two fingers, index and pudgy. I lifted it up, surprised to notice what it was full of. It was blood. The shirt was stained with blood. It was almost dry. What had Thomas done? Did he murder the boy with the blue folder?

"I'll just hang out here until you come and get me. Then we can plan our getaway." "Okay. Just relax. If you need anything, Pedro and Cody are just outside. They're really good trainers so they'll take care of you." I nod again and smile as he kisses me on the forehead. As soon as the door is shut behind me, I peel off my bloody shirt, careful not to smear any blood on my face. The clean jersey is white, which I hate, and about three sizes too big. But it'll be less conspicuous than wearing one covered in bodily fluids so I can't complain.

She asked and I laughed, dryly. “Nothing, I’m not up to anything. Just tired and want to go to bed,” I straightened up. “You know I had a busy day at work.” Charity looked at me skeptically but then her gaze relaxed. “Yeah, I understand.” I sighed in relief and grinned. “I’ll see you in the morning, good night.” I turned to head back to my room but Charity used her fast reflexes and grabbed my hands. “Why is there blood on your shirt?” My eyes widened and I looked at the sleeve of my shirt, it was stained with blood and I groaned. This was my favorite shirt and now it was ruined.

Some of them had clean shirts and trousers which he could use for himself. Darren rushed towards one of the guys who had only his head chopped off. His shirt has a bit of blood splattered on it but it wasn't too obvious. However, he was baffled when he realized that there was no way to put off the T-shirt without staining them with the blood that still flowed from his headless neck. He looked around again and soon he found another who had on a jacket. Darren quickly moved towards him and took off the jacket to put it on. Kyley looked at this with a small frown but looked away when something came to her mind. She looked around the place to find the bag of dress which Darren had bought for her

“I don’t either, but do you have any better ideas? We can’t let the Blue Moon pack be taken over this way. It isn’t right. They are hiring rogues to attack an allied pack. That is a bigger werewolf crime than almost any out there.” Long silence. “I don’t have any better ideas.” “Ok, then.” “Here’s that t-shirt,” Danny said, handing it to me. I smiled sexily at Danny and headed into the bathroom, along with my purse and phone. “Thank you. I will be right back.”

I was almost expecting it. "Damn it, Turo! You're just slowing me down." I ripped another section of my shirt off. Wrapped the slim ribbon of cotton over the burning wound on the outer edge of my thigh. "Do you at least have a needle and thread?" He smiled widely this time. "I've got one better for you." He pulled his phone out. Hit a couple buttons. "I need a patch job."

It wasn't a bad look, just different. I was no seamstress, but I did a good job fixing the tear on my uniform T-shirt. I washed it last night so it would be ready for today. It was a red wine color and with big white letters on the back saying "Shop with M". It was a small store in a small village so that was enough. The rest of my outfit was up to me and it was no problem for my boss if I wore sexy jean shorts and sneakers.

Feeling helpless and overwhelmed with guilt for ruining his clothes, I stood there at a loss for what to do next. With no other option in sight, I reluctantly began to unbutton my crisp blue shirt, revealing my bra and a glimpse of my cleavage. It was my only option since my hands couldn't wipe the stain away. Glancing at my reflection in the nearby glass, I noticed the flush of embarrassment coloring my cheeks. It was undeniably an awkward moment. As I continued to rub at the stubborn stain, I noticed it gradually fading away, thanks to the fabric of my shirt. Just as I reached towards his thigh to rub the remaining spot, he suddenly gripped my hand, his gaze filled with an intensity that s

Even if he puked out there will be an opportunity to quickly clean up the sh¡t before she returns. Damn! It's so hot and almost burnt down his throat, he's a werewolf so the pain subsided at once. Lucky for him, his system did not reject the coffee and so he relaxed with a sigh when Catelyn appeared with a red raglan sleeve similar to the one Zayn had on. What was going on? "Your shirt is stained with blood, so..." She whispered and leaned closer to him. Even before he could think of stopping her, she laid hold of his first button and loosed it, then the next and the next--