Deadpool Tiny Hands Novels & Stories

She even swiped his remaining tech team just for kicks. By the time Julian sobered up enough to care, all he had left was a mountain of debt and a hollow shell of a business. He went berserk and tried to hunt Lily down for payback, but her new boyfriend's goons beat him to a pulp and tossed him onto the curb.

the moment his voice called the dim gold light that hung in the middle of the room came on and what stood in front of me had my mouth gaping apart. He was in a black turtle neck shirt and black pants matched with nice looking black sneakers. His dark hair was spluttered on his head and some stuck to his face cause of the bid of sweats there and I couldn't deny how insanely sexy and hot he appeared right but it wasn't the time to get ripped, I had a mystery to unfold. I let my eyes fall to his hand to find his hand smeared with blood cause of the bloody knife in it and behind him laid a blood covered helpless man whose body was wrapped up with thick ropes to hold him down.

The explosion was so big that it burned several undead troops. "What?! You bastard!" The undead general looked annoyed. Some of his troops immediately scattered and avoided the burst of red fire. Not long after, Arya Santanu stopped his shooting. His right hand had turned into a demon hand. Hot air in the form of thin smoke billowed from his demon hand. The undead general recognized the demonic energy coming from Arya Santanu's hand. He approached the young man and left Dewi Sari Kencana who parried his attack.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

I cried, full of desperation. Laeddin snapped his fingers. The tattoos around his wrists lit up momentarily and suddenly the entire room was dust free and totally clean. "That's better." He snapped his fingers again and a figurine appeared in his hand. He set it on the empty glass shelf. "Look, it's your twin."

“She’s still bleeding.” Simone swats my hand away and removes the blanket from the tiny baby. I groan softly, hoping she won’t hear me. He wouldn’t have made it anyway. The poor little creature has no eyes, no nose, or even ears, just a big mouth filled with teeth. His little fingers and toes are nothing but long, razor-sharp claws. I can see why it did so much damage on its way out. Quiet tears stream down my bride’s face as she stares at the little creature. I can feel her heart breaking even more when she gently kisses the dhampir’s tiny, yet deadly hands. “Poor little baby,” she says. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this."

The man who had sworn that Nancy and he were just good friends now seemed to be pouring out all his pent-up frustration and desire in one go. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall, Shawn's heavy breathing, and Nancy's screams crashed into my ears one after another. At the same time, an unknown number sent me a photo. In the image, Shawn's profile was buried in the crook of Nancy's neck, her bare shoulders covered in provocative scratch marks. I clutched my phone, my knuckles turning white. Even though I had long steeled myself for this, the moment I saw it with my own eyes, it still felt as if thousands of needles were piercing my heart.

There must be an evil spirit cursing me because it feels like everytime something bad happens to me, these guys and their other two friends are always there to see my humiliation at the end. “Looks like fighting seems to be on everyone's agenda today,” he says, voice just loud enough for me to hear. He stretches out his hand, and I can see the black and purple bruises lining his knuckles. That's not the only thing I notice either, his veins are prominent, and his fingers are long and thick. Haeden snorts. He turns to fully face me and pulls a rolled joint from his hoodie's front pocket. My eyes immediately dart to his hands, curiosity taking over me. Are his fingers just as long? Just as thi

The tears welling up in my eyes were just for the time I felt I had wasted. Seven years of my life, gone on. Wasted on someone like him. The hand reaching out to me shook just as my tears started to fall. He pressed his lips together and pulled his hand back. "I was just teasing you. It’s no big deal..." He did not get to finish his words. Nevaeh tutted twice, her face twisted with scorn. "You say you're not after Caleb's money, but without him, you couldn't even dream of living in such a nice place."

"I need to talk to you. You're in danger." Before Tina could react to what he said, a man across them, whose name Tina had already forgotten, reached out a hand to her. Minho slapped his hand away, and everything froze except for the three of them. As quick as lightning, Minho expertly threw a dagger to the man's right eye. And the latter gave out a high-pitched wail, emitting a searing gray vapor as he dissolved into a puddle of black goo on the floor. Tina screamed, but before she could blink again, everything went back to normal.