Black Handprint Over Mouth Meaning Novels & Stories

It was his hand. She could have never imagined it to be something like this within the gloves. From the tip of his fingers down to his wrist, underneath his skin were black zigzag lines like ink, spilling everywhere, tiny and connected like cobwebs. On a closer look, it seem like as if the ink was slowly spreading. "Don't touch!" His voice startled her and that was when she realized that she had been reaching her hand foolishly to his, in order to take his hand in hers and access it.

We were both unable to move in our positions as a result of what we had both witnessed. We both seemed to be looking for an answer in our stares at each other. How did he get a fang? I immediately noticed his desire to touch his mouth as he struggles with his left hand. I removed my right hand from my chest and waved it. Because of that, both of the roots that were binding his hands loosen up. He quickly put his hand over his mouth. He stroked his fangs. I couldn't help but notice his fearful trembling.

Her face had already turned pale. "Emergency!" Mr. Mac's thunderous voice echoed across the hallway. The entire area froze. Everyone turned toward the commotion. Yet even then, Mac refused to leave Belle's side. His eyes quickly scanned her body. Then he noticed the blood staining her hands and clothes. His face instantly hardened. "Young Mistress..." For a brief moment, pure fury flashed across his eyes. "You're bleeding." Belle finally looked down. Her trembling hands were covered in blood. Shine's blood.

His voice held unto the mystery and Melody of the world. I couldn't ask the moon goddess for more after providing such a mystical, glorious man for me as my mate. I step backward and bent down to attend to his wound but he held out his hand. That was when I saw his long Milky fingers. It also has tattoos. I frown in confusion. why would anyone be gifted the beautiful image of flowers on the hand and cheek? " I would dress your wound to stop the blee..ding " I stammer but he shook his head.

She slowly runs her hands through his arms up to his wrists and nervously whispers, "Uuuhm.. who is this?" She gradually removes the hands from her eyes and saw a huge black-furred hand covered with blood.

he stutter swiping his hands on his face then tucking it back in his muff as quick, for a split second i get a glimpse of color, on his palm, it looks like burns, when did he sustain injuries i wasn't aware of? “ You would leave if you want to, noa should take you to your lodge, your work starts officially tomorrow" , " he says . My mind comes back to the blemish in his hands, as I skip into thought,when I had seen him earlier, there were no bruises on his hands. Then the plain?, but there was no bruises, we had sat so close in he limo, then, he must have come in contact with the garlic i had earlier, is that why, no it can't be, “ you can leave now” he said clearing his throat

The handprint from that man. I lowered the sleeve and didn’t meet his eyes. “What the fuck is this?”

I couldn't complete as a rough hand covered my mouth and pulled me back. Tbc...

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

gulping down a bit of the surprise which had formed in my mind my mouth gaped slightly in astonishment, “You smell it to?” nodding a smile instantly spread across his face as he came to softly touch my cheek with his hand, “You smell like mountain dew to me,” a smile instantly spread across my own face as I nodded, “And you to me,” pulling back his hand which was still resting against my cheek I looked down at it and noticed the symbol that had been burnt on there, I immediately lifted my own symbolled hand to his as I studied it. Both symbols were exactly the same, if I had to describe it then I would have to say it looked like a broken circle with a curved line running through the bottom o