Novel & Cerita Beware The Man Who Speaks In Hands

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

The man seemed as if he were genuinely considering his words. He looked at Harvey with dimly glistened eyes. The man coughed hard at his stiff vocal cords. He seemed to have not spoken in a long time. He looked directly at Harvey; this was something that rarely happened. He then stuck out his hand and motioned him to come closer. Three fingernails were missing from the fingers of his outstretched right hand. The blood on his fingers had dried up, which looked eerie and terrifying.

I feel my fingers sparkle with fire, when Blacktooth suddenly hollers at the man, snatching my arm roughly “You keep your hands to yourself man! She is taken!” “Fine, Fine. I didn't know that man!” The said-man lifts his hands in surrender and turn towards the crowd, puffing a smoke from a white rolled thing. Why do they say ‘man’ all of the time? Weirdos. I'll just stay here to clear my head and then return sometime. We got to a door, Dris knocks and a loud voice boom from the other side of the door “Yessss?!” “It's Dris sir!” Dris says

They stood at a distance whispering to themselves. “Some I heard, some I didn't because they were fucking whispering and not coming to get the damm door opened.” “Go get a Clark! A witch has awoken” A man spoke with so much fear in his voice. “Fuck you! Get the freaking door open, I am not a fucking witch!” I cried out but got no response

I, instinctively, stepped behind Nic whose hold on my hand tightened reassuringly. "I know what you seek alpha" the man announced before Nic could speak and he gestured towards the cushions in front of him. Nic and I took our seats in front of the man and I looked to Nic in alarm when the man began speaking in a foreign language. It was as though he was performing some incantation and while I was alarmed Nic looked unbothered as he stared at the man silently and waited for him to finish.

"Be careful, don't get caught. Remember what the Songs of Sapphique say, Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man... You think you know." After that, he ended the call.

Her golden hair was pulled up in a ponytail and, when she bent over, her shirt hiked up so he could see an ass that his hands itched to cup. Stop it! He could almost hear Walt's voice in his ear. And the man would be right. He was already in so much hot water because of Psycho Marlo he didn't need to buy more of it. He'd made up his mind he was off women for the duration. It was the smart thing to do.

I repeat his name, emphasizing the warning behind my tone. His eyes dart between me and the burning woman who’s still screaming something in a language that I don’t understand. Then, almost like he’s afraid of his own actions, slowly he releases his hold and pulls his hand away from mine. “Be careful. If she does anything to harm you, help me God, but I’ll drag her out of the fire myself and kill her with my bare hands. I will drag out her death so long the Death itself will be too tired waiting for the moment it all finally ends.”

My attention stayed on the man. His hands were shaking. His eyes were still locked on something we could not see. The unfamiliar language kept coming from him. Sentence after sentence. Warning after warning. I did not know if it was a prophecy or madness. The room felt colder. Much colder. Then the old man slammed his palms against the table. The sound was sharp. Everything stopped. Silence filled the room. His breathing was heavy. His face was pale. For seconds nobody spoke. Finally I broke the silence. "What did you see?" I asked him.

the man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but enough to make Massimo’s jaw tighten in anger Slowly, Massimo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never left the man as he stood and walked toward him. The man’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the floor as if it could save him. Massimo stopped in front of him, his commanding presence shoulders towered over him. Every living thing in the room seemed to hold its breath. “Take your hands off your crotch,” Massimo commanded, his voice low and dangerous. The man’s hands trembled as they slowly moved away from his crotch, revealing the undeniable bulge that strained desperately again