Deadpool Tiny Hands Novels & Stories

Ronald's hands kept rubbing against my legs, and he even squeezed my flesh. Ronald's right hand unzipped my pants, and his fingers were just one thin layer of underwear away from my private area. "Just like now... I'll first test your sensitivity." I was startled and leaned back. His hand remained where it was, unmoving then, but still there. "This is also part of the training, Jasmine. If you can't handle this, then get off my car. Do you remember what you promised me?" I hesitated. His words echoed in my mind, along with the strange, unfamiliar feeling of being that close to someone like that. It was new, confusing… but not entirely unpleasant.

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

He releases a frustrated breath “What about the texture? And the color, how does it feel against your skin, remember when you fought Tiana, it dug into your skin, soaked with your blood. Over your mortal hands.” I remember the weight, they felt sensitive but strong, like I could cut through metal if I wanted to. “Open your eyes” his voice comes, low. I open slowly and almost yelped back at the sight of my hands. Short black claws lengthen over my fingers but they looked deadly sharp. Zayne wraps one hand around my wrist bringing it closer to him, he presses his thumb to the tip of one claw, and a drop of blood immediately beads. “What are you doing?” I shriek as I pull my finger away.

The vacant gaze of his two black eyes was fixed on the sky above. Not the slightest sound could be heard in the arena at this time. Everyone was too shocked to speak. Vincent stood up from his spot. His hands had changed, I don't know since when, like Igor's, except that Vincent's claws looked thinner and sharper and almost silver in color when exposed to the reflection of the moonlight. His other hand was also the same, only it was red because of the blood dripping from something he was holding. It took two seconds before I realized what was in his right hand.

Noah roared, Zephyr’s retort to him was too much at this point. Suddenly, it was as though a rift tore open behind Noah, it rippled shockwaves exploded from behind him, and shattered everything around. “Destruction Hand!” Noah’s hands flipped, palms faced up. A loud ringing noise echoed about, before it quickly dissipated into a powerful thrust of energy. All the onlookers were sent flying, some even died instantly. “B*stard!” scolded Zephyr, seeing the innocents that were massacred like that. This man was ill for taking lives so lightly.

DECLAN'S POV The loose gravel crunched beneath my boots as I shifted my weight on my feet, cementing them to the ground as I prepared myself to fight if need be. It was inches away now, it bowed its head and stretched a skinless arm in my direction for me to shake. I was hesitant at first but I took his hand anyway. "I'm Major Skully." He had impossibly enormous hands - his over-enthusiastic handshake could snap a human's wrist right off. His tight grip shattered the bones in my wrist. I didn't flinch, I refused to show weakness. I pulled my hand away without making a sound.

Fine was… generous. Tiny cuts crisscrossed her palms and fingers, where stone dust and micro‑shrapnel from the cracked symbols had bitten in. One knuckle was split and swelling from where she’d driven her fist into a cultist’s ribs. A streak of dried blood—someone else’s—marked the back of her wrist. “Oh,” she said. Kael’s mouth did that not‑quite‑a‑smile thing. “Yes. Oh.” He took her right hand gently, turning it palm‑up. His thumbs were callused and warm against her skin, his touch careful in a way it never was with a sword.

I will keep removing every part of your body until you tell me where she is" he threatend with a wicked grin. "Go to hell Handy you are never going to find Kaira and I will not even regret me dying with the truth" His word got Handy angry as he hold his hand in position using a scissor to cut off one of his finger. Mrs Dalton's scream in a loud voice blood gushing out from his hand in pain his finger dangling on the floor.

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