The Bluff Novels & Stories

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I blink, my hazy vision leaving as an unrecognizable face comes into view. "Heyyy," I grin down flirtatiously at the girl. I can tell when someone's interested. I'm no stranger to any of this. When I hear whispering, my eyes flicker to a group of ladies standing a few feet behind her. They're staring directly at us and talking in hushed voices. I've had enough experience in life to know what's going on here -- they dared this gorgeous blonde to speak to me. I smirk at the group of the girls and wink at them. They immediately blush and start giggling, trying to hide from my view.

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

There was nothing to see, nothing to amaze one’s self with. Hail was standing at the edge of this cliff, his arms crossed, staring into the depth of its surroundings. It’s pretty creepy to have oneself fell into it, as its end couldn’t be seen. It’d be an eternal fall. This was where he decided to transport Blame, as it’s the barrier’s weakest point. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Blame steering. It wasn’t a good journey he daresay. He redirected the crest and it amounted to a rapid spin and compression which rendered Blame unconscious.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Once he got up to a height where he could see past the cliff, he sat down on a branch and observed what he could see. The source of the stench was definitely coming from the carcasses of beefaloes, two of them. Going along the edge of the cliff was a fence that enclosed the area in a circle. Even though roughly made, it did seem sturdy. On the flat area within the fence, were the beefaloes and the goblins that were harvesting them. Equipped with knives and axes made from stone, they were actually harvesting the beast very well. Much like they were properly taught on how to do it.