Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

Toby picked up his tattered t-shirt from the ground, laughing. “Way to go jerk,” he playfully punched Alex in the shoulder, Alex gave him a side eye. “This was my favorite t-shirt.” He tried to put the Metallica logo back together on the front of the shredded material. “Well you shouldn’t have worn it to work out in!” Alex laughed, throwing a sweat towel at his baby brother. “Besides, it was an old rag anyways.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, shutting the door behind me, happy to have something that I could comfortably sleep in. It was also a bonus that it smelled of Theonardo. However, as I held up the T-shirt, my eyes widened, and I held back a scream, noticing what the T-shirt was coated in. Blood. I threw the piece of fabric to the floor, stumbling backwards, nausea wavering through me. I knew that I had probably about thirty seconds until someone came upstairs after hearing my strangled yelp, and I quickly snatched up the T-shirt from the floor.

he asked as she started to pull at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I need something to put on the wound to stop the bleeding,” she repeated very patiently. “You're not going to get naked here—” “I'm not!” she exclaimed. “I just need to tear this shirt so... why is this so damn hard to tear? It looks easy in the movies.” He snickered. “Stop. Use this.” And he started to strip his shirt off… his body. “What are you doing?” she asked, very suspiciously. “Use this. It's got blood in my back already, so it doesn’t matter. I have a lot and I can walk shirtless. You can't.”

"Then why are you bleeding now!?" At first, Mila just wanted to make sure that Aaric wasn't fooling her with stupid stories about non-human beings, or using a trick that could cut the hem of her shirt without injuring her at all, but now that she saw how Aaric was bleeding, Mila felt like she was indeed stupid to trust him.

They have no idea what’s crawling beneath the surface, what’s simmering inside my mind. As I get closer to the hotel, I realise the blood on my shirt is a bit too... obvious. So, with a twisted grin, I pull the shirt off, bundle it up, and tuck it under my arm. No need to raise any eyebrows just yet. The fabric clings to my fingers, still damp with the evidence of what I’ve done. My little trophies, all wrapped up in cotton.

" It's okay Blue, we are okay . The kids are safe . " " I almost killed someone today and I don't know if. I'm going to lose control like that again ." " I think it's someone who knows everyone . I've had a lot to deal with and I don't like playing with guns ." " I know . " I slid off his jacket and looked at his shirt . His dress shirt was soaked in blood towards his shoulder . I unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could and it looked like a stab wound . " " It's nothing I can't handle "

I looked around and saw the cars parked there; I approached the one closest to me, a huge red beast. "What's the competition doing here?" a guy asked approaching me. "Excuse me?" I asked. The man, who was about fifty or sixty years old, approached me with a big smile. "Your shirt is from the other team," he pointed out. I smiled with a little embarrassment. "The blond guy spilled water on my shirt and brought me here to fix the mess he made," I explained. He frowned. The blond guy appeared with a red shirt and handed it to me. "The red one matches your eyes," he said.

He asked staring at me curiously. “Yeah.” I nodded tacking the strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail behind my ear nervously. “Is that blood on your jersey?” His eyes were fixated on the sleeve of my turquoise blue jersey that had been stained with blood from when I was bleeding earlier. “No, it’s paint.” I shook my head trying to hide it but I was too late, he grabbed my arm and gave me a pointed look. “Is that the best you could come up with.” He scoffed and I pulled my arm out of his hold.

Going back into my room, Brittany just shook her head. “There isn’t blood on my shirt, is there?” “No.” Brittany pushed my arm up so she could see. “I’m sorry. He can be an ass.” “Oh, I’m not worried. I can handle this. Pissing off alphas is a specialty of mine. Besides, this isn’t anything compared to a bullet.” “It already stopped bleeding.” “It’s that beta blood for you.” Brittany smiled as she put a wrap around it. “This should hold it until it scabs over so it doesn’t get on your shirt.”