Chainsaw Man Hand Novels & Stories

He was healing incredibly fast. “I’m fine.” He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. “As long as you are,” he added and leaned our forehead against each other. “Oh come on! Can you proceed with the action?” the female reaper complained. She got the guts when all she did was watch. The demon’s cut hand rolled back to her body. I flicked a yin-yang coin using my hand and hit the hand turning it to ashes. The demon growled at me in fury and pain. Her hands split into hair-thin black strips. She lunged a strip in our direction. Grip pushed me without letting go of my hand. The strip just passed through the gap between us.

He follows the chain to the base of my throat and then skims his hands along my collarbone before sliding it up my arm. Once he reaches my wrist, he then takes the chain connected to the cuff there and then slides his hand down that chain, pulling it up until he gets to the end. He then lifts his hand, still holding the chain to replace his other hand holding my wrists. He then changes his hold and does the same with the other hand, following the chain connected to the cuff on my wrist until the end is in his other hand. He then moves very quickly, stepping back and jumping up, managing to slam both anchors at the ends of each chain into the wall, just high enough that my arms are stretched

WARNING: the beginning of this chapter will portray violence so if anyone's not comfortable in reading this then you can skip it. You won't be missing anything because I'll describe it briefly at the end of this scene. Aruna "Gudia(doll)", the voice sent chills down my spine. The man was standing in front of me with an evil smirk while I sat huddled in the corner of my room. He raised his hand and I instinctively flinched. He stroked my head instead, making my skin crawl and crouched before me. "Gudia, you haven't been a good girl, have you?" He asked patronizingly. I kept looking at him. My thin frame trembling with trepidation. When I did not answer, his smile dropped, revealing the monste

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

I can tell on the first day, because she paces until it freaks me out. “I know this is a weird thing to say, since I did just have my hand bitten off by a werewolf, but maybe you could dial the hypervigilance back a notch,” I say, frowning down at my handwriting. It’s horrible. The guy took off my right hand, also my dominant hand. I should have thought of that before attacking with the fork. Now, I have to try to learn how to write legibly with the left. There’s a knock on the door; it’s Hannah, we can both tell from the pattern. I nod, and Li Xiao opens the door, hand on the taser at her hip just in case.

she ordered flatly. The heavy metal clicked loudly, and suddenly my hands were completely free. Kai’s cuffs fell to the gravel a second later with a dull clink. I didn't waste a single breath or look back at the corporate ruins. I reached out instantly and grabbed his hand, locking my fingers into his with a fierce, unbreakable grip.

“Hands on the tiles. Ass out. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Water cascaded over both of them as Jax yanked his own shorts down, freeing his cock. It slapped heavily against Alex’s ass cheek, already rock-hard again. The quarterback soaped up his hands generously with the dispenser on the wall, then ran them over Alex’s body—rough, possessive strokes that cleaned nothing and claimed everything. Big palms squeezed his slim waist, slid down to knead his ass cheeks, spreading them wide under the spray. “Look at this mess,” Jax murmured, thumb circling the puffy, cum-leaking rim. “My load still dripping out. Good. Means you’re marked.”

It opens its jaw wide and eats the severed hand in one bite. The crunching sound of mixed bone and flesh etched the fear deep in all of the men in black heart. But The one hand man in black still tries to act tough. “Yo.. uummm!!!” Not even a word had been let out of the mouth of a one hand spy. His body got bounded and hung upside down. All of his limbs are exposed out of the steel wire. “If you don’t provide me with an answer then you’ll provide food for my dog, now choose.” Zhu Wushang then slides his back on his backrest and slants sideward with one hand lazily supporting his chin.

"For your hand, this is the only one. I've already made my decision." His sacrifice warmed a part of my heart I thought had turned to ice. A month later, I could hold a pen. Alexander handed me a charcoal pencil. My hand shaking, I drew a single, clean line. A symbol of my rebirth. Tears blurred my vision. "I can draw again..." "I knew you could," he said, his smile genuine. "I'm your anonymous patron, you know. A.R. Alexander Reed. I've been buying your work for five years."

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”