Author's e-books - blood. Page - 2
Takeshi looks like a normal 15 year old teenager,but when no one is looking, his true self is revealed, he lives by the words that someone told him long ago, he won't leave any of them alive, he will kill them all, he will show them the true meaning of pain.
NOTE: This is based on an alternative history when bloods and crips existed and the mafia was still at large.
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
A world full of violence, bloodrage and conspiracy. Joleen is thrown into it when her mother sells her to a vampireclan. As if that are not enough, she is confronted with her mother's hatred for her. As a stranger in this new environment, Joleen as a human being tries to find a place in the vampiric world. Colors of moonlight 1: Crimson Red Part 2: Warriors Blue Part 3: Visions Silver
Takeshi looks like a normal 15 year old teenager,but when no one is looking, his true self is revealed, he lives by the words that someone told him long ago, he won't leave any of them alive, he will kill them all, he will show them the true meaning of pain.
NOTE: This is based on an alternative history when bloods and crips existed and the mafia was still at large.
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.
A world full of violence, bloodrage and conspiracy. Joleen is thrown into it when her mother sells her to a vampireclan. As if that are not enough, she is confronted with her mother's hatred for her. As a stranger in this new environment, Joleen as a human being tries to find a place in the vampiric world. Colors of moonlight 1: Crimson Red Part 2: Warriors Blue Part 3: Visions Silver