Beware The Man Who Speaks In Hands Novels & Stories

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END

The resentment I had harbored in my heart towards the bandits. The man shakily pointed to my hands. “You—you ripped them apart…like a beast.” “What are you talking about?” I looked at my hands again. Save for the blood covering them, they looked normal. They couldn't possibly have been strong enough to rip into the men’s flesh. In that gruesome manner. “My hands…look normal. You must be mistaken.” The old man shook his head vehemently. “I'm telling you the truth. These men died by your hands.”

Old me would have thrived on that kind of power, but now, the new me couldn't help but feel broken at how deep whatever this was had run through. Whispers spread like wildfire, and even though I tried to ignore it, I couldn't. “He’s here.” a man muttered. “What does he want?” another man chipped in. “Are we safe? Do we…” “Run…move!” Someone else finished up for him. “...don’t look directly…” I kept my hands clasped behind my back as I walked. Today I'd stripped myself off all my weapons, there were no commands and definitely no fire. Just my presence. At a fruit stand, the old woman who always avoided my eyes trembled as she bowed.

She couldn't help but be captivated by the enigma before her, a man who held the world in his hands yet Jenna, with an air of confidence, closed the distance between them. Her eyes, unwavering and determined, locked onto his. In the depths of the night, a voice whispered through the shadows, its words dripping with wisdom and warning. "The power you seek," it murmured, "is but a mirage, an ephemeral ecstasy that will ultimately pave the path to your own demise."

The air seemed to thicken, my body aware of every sensation. A hand, gloved in leather, slid against my bare shoulder. I flinched, not from fear but from the electric jolt that raced through me. It was cold even in my dreams, I could always tell those hands . His voice came low, almost a whisper, close enough that I felt the warmth of his breath. “Consider this your warning, Mariam. Do not say anything about wanting out again.” He was still mad about that day ,hard to please as always My lips parted, but I remembered the instruction. Silence.

] He petted my head. "Don't worry, Evie, everything will be okay. We'll see each other again soon. I'll miss you too." Why am I feeling like I'm gonna cry? ["Be careful. And take good care of your children."] ["I'll be. And I'll take good care of them. See you soon."] ["See you soon, Eirwen boy. You must go now."] He smiled and pet my head once more, then he turned back and left. "Hey, little girl, you're really beautiful, aren't you? Don't you worry, because your papa will be with you again soon! I'll take good care of you."

I am not a doctor but I am pretty sure his fingers are broken. “Oh my gosh!” I gasp out in utter shock. Without thinking , I take hold of his arm. My hands are placed far away from his blood , however my own hands get painted a lovely shade of crimson. I can a look at his hand , I inspect the damages. Do not ask me why I am like this to a guy who scared the shit out of me throughout this entire afternoon. Why am I worried about a man who broke down a door in order to catch me? Worried? Am I really worried? Why does seeing him hurt make me feel uneasy – why does it make me want to help him in every way possible? No! It can not be that I am worried – I am just to kind for my own damn good! I s

It was a tranquil afternoon, a respite from the tumultuous events that had recently consumed their thoughts. Engrossed in their conversation, the pair turned a corner, only to collide with the presence of the mysterious man they had encountered before. Startled, Zoe and Cristiano stumbled backward, their eyes widening in surprise. The man stood before them, his tattered clothes clinging to his frail frame, his eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and recognition. "Apologies," Zoe managed to utter, extending a hand to help the man regain his balance. "Are you alright?" The man's gaze flickered between Zoe and Cristiano, his expression oscillating between suspicion and vulnerability. His lip

, let me reserve my comment. "You know you have been my right-hand man and there is no one I can pour out my concerns except you. To be frank, my journey to see the old man was a mess. Like you guessed it didn't turn out th way I expected. The old man saw something but he didn't spell it out to me. He looked too terrified to say what he saw. Suddenly I thought he was going to tell me about it finally, but he turned into a damn counselor and began to tell me some sort of rubbish about me making a bad or good decision. It didn't just make sense for me for all I care. I thought it was all he had for the weird day but he abruptly told me to be scared of the unknown, which I had no single idea w

He wrote again continuing to take the silence that the man is giving. =Last surface I see, 2019.= 'Last surface that I saw is from 2019' what Mike is pertaining. He makes sure his words are short and understandable. (Now last is proof.) Smiling tiredly Mike slowly lift up his left hand to the man to see. On his right hand, he wrote another sentence. =Harmless.= The man nods and lets Mike do his thing. To the left regenerated hand, something slowly happens. He purposely slowing the materialization of the weaponizing hand so that the man would not kill him.