Guantes Sin Dedos Novels & Stories

His hands were covered by fingerless gloves. Duskin stepped out of the room next. Hae Mina almost dropped her jaw. He looked nothing like Duskin. He had on all black, but Hae Mina noticed he had white specs hidden everywhere. He wore an open leather jacket, loose black jeans, and his hands were also covered by fingerless gloves. He had removed his glasses, and his eyes were now bright grass green; however, it was difficult to see his eyes because his dark hair was swept over them in a way that made his face look shorter and made his entire being look dark.

The sound of ten engines shutting off at once created a sudden, oppressive vacuum of silence. Dante dismounted the machine, the leather of his pants and jacket creaking slightly. He removed his gloves, revealing large hands calloused from years of road and bar fights, but also marked by a strength that few dared to test. It was at that moment that the wind blew harder, bringing a trail of perfume that paralyzed his lungs.

He opened it. He pulled out a pair of gloves. They weren't the cheap gardening gloves the production provided. They were black, sleek, made of a material that looked like Kevlar mixed with spider silk. "What are those?" Elion asked. "Grip," Cale said. "Traction. If the metal is wet... if the rust flakes... I need to hold on." He pulled the gloves on. He flexed his fingers. The material didn't wrinkle. It looked like a second skin.

Nina instinctively pulled her hand back. She noticed the man’s hands which were pale, with long, slender fingers. He had neatly trimmed nails, and a string of green beads around his wrist.

Sure it was all reasonably priced but there had to be at least $100 worth of stuff in the giant tote shopping basket and they only had cleaning jobs… "I have a surprise." Charlotte suddenly appeared from behind a rack of summer dresses that Camille had been trying hard not to eye up. "A surprise?" Camille repeated as a question. "Mhm!" Her friend nodded her head quickly with excitement before whipping one arm out from behind and holding up a pair of gloves. "Tada!" These weren't just any type of gloves though or rather, they weren't designed to keep someone's hands warm on a cold winter's day but rather designed to protect someone's knuckles when repeatedly hitting something.

“I don’t want any trouble, Luca, okay? I just want to go inside.” “Inside?” he repeats, tilting his head. He takes another step forward, and I stumble back twice, nearly losing my balance. “You know what, little whore,” he says casually, like he’s discussing the weather, “you owe me a finger.” I blink, confusion cutting through the fear. “What?” And that’s when he lifts his left hand and removes the gloves. My breath catches in my throat. His pinky finger is gone. The absence is stark and unmistakable. The space where it should be jagged, the scar pale under the moonlight.

He did not care about Gene Points anymore as he was now a Grade SSS gene martial artist. What on earth were Supreme Combat Gloves? Lucas checked the Supreme Combat Gloves’ attributes. Supreme Combat Gloves: A zombie-exclusive weapon. Upon being equipped, the strength of the wearer will be doubled. It was something that had been custom-made for Biggy, was it not? He put the Supreme Combat Gloves on for Biggy. The gloves were silver in color, and they looked extremely majestic. Additionally there were several sharp and cold blades attached to them.

Especially when he bring up his hand, I thought that he is about to grab me on my neck. But instead he ended up placing his hand on my jaws a he turns my face to the the left. And looked at the left then turned to the right and looked at the right as he places his right hand on my cheeks. That becomes when I noticed something very strange about him. His fingers are not like others, he has six fingers and he was wearing an iron at the ankle if his hand. There was no how that iron ring could be removed out if his hand. Because his hand is already higher that the hole provided for the ring to be removed.

LEONARDO After arguing with Alessandra, I stayed in the office, staring at my black gloves. I eventually took them off, revealing my strong, long fingers, except for my pinky. The missing limb had been replaced by a prosthetic, but it was still different from the others. For some reason, I can't stop thinking about my fight with Alessandra. Her accusing glares and her hurtful words are imprinted on my mind, causing to sink deeper and deeper in the dark chasm of my mind.

Well, even though, Gabrielle did not really need a knife to slash at some stupid person as he can just touch them with his palm, giving his hands a little bit of power, then turned that daring person into ash, blown by the wind, never to be seen again, never to return again, never to, resurrect once again. Cuzo fingers which was hidden inside the gloves he specifically wears when going out to cover the strange but delicate little butterfly on his wrist and come all along the way to the tip of his fingers got itchy and had the urge to pull that smiley mask off, belonging to a person with cold eyes. How nice it would be to see those face hidden behind those smiley mask, is it like what he imag