Smell Blood In Nose Novels & Stories

His eyes were watering. "M-Mommy... got nosebleeds." Shit. I smiled, taking a tissue and pressing it to my nose. Matt managed a small smile to reassure the child. "It's nothing to worry about. Sometimes, noses bleed for no reason at all. We just need to make sure it stops." Quillan sniffled, trying to hold back his own tears. "Will you be okay, Matt?" I gently pinched my nose at the base to stem the bleeding and tried to ignore the way the tissue continued to grow red and the taste of blood and ash in my mouth.

Rey Jhon slammed the bathroom door shut. He was trying his best not to breathe in the awful smell that seemed to crawl deep into his system. The stink was so strong and it was getting into his nerves, it felt like it was punching his nose again and again. He pinched his nose while grabbing the most expensive alcohol from his bag and he sprayed it all over the bathroom. He would rather waste his alcohol than to smell that disgusting odor.

Test After the servant left, Eden felt something flowing from her nose and stained the floor she was on with blood. The young mother's reflex immediately wiped her nose and she found so much blood flowing from her nostrils. With a bit of confusion and panic, Eden immediately pulled out a piece of tissue to wipe the blood that was dripping more and more from her nose. "Why do I get a nosebleed?" Eden wiped all the blood from her nosebleed which was quite a lot while leaning on the edge of the sink with a pale face. Faintly she then heard a noise coming from the living room and followed by Louise's scream from the second floor who shouted his daddy's name repeatedly.

The smell always came first. It was not soft or slow. It wasn't like flowers or food. It came sharp. Fast. Like it had been waiting. Like it had teeth. It was thick, wet and metallic. It was the kind of smell that crawled down your throat and stayed there. It was blood. That smell was always blood. Even years later, I could feel it. Taste it. Breathe it in. And no matter how hard I tried to bury it deep, that smell would always find a way back.

I think you need some sleep. ME: Goodnight. As I’m about to switch off my phone, a drop of red liquid lands on the screen. I frown and touch my nose with my fingers. Then I glance at my fingers. Blood. “Oh…,” I murmur under my breath. I guess I’m taking too much stress. I stride into the bathroom, approaching the sink and starting to wash my nose. The bleeding doesn’t stop.

I cried, engulfed by pure fear. I could feel the warmth spreading across my face as my nose began to bleed. The blood trickled out, a slow but steady stream that I couldn't seem to stop. I felt dizzy and disoriented, as though the world was tilting on its axis. The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils and I could taste it in my mouth. It was a sickening, coppery taste that made me want to gag. But I couldn't focus on that now. I had to do something about Raina.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Blood. So much blood. I can't see it but I can smell it. The smell of blood is so intense, it causes nausea to roll through my system. I don't know where I am but I can tell that this place is a small, enclosed space with no source of illumination. As I reach out in front of me, my fingers brush the cold brick wall. I repeat the same action behind me and the same thing happens. Panic slowly starts to set in and my breathing speeds up.