Guantes Sin Dedos Novels & Stories

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

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He’s wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I’ve never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But Khyle blinked twice when he noticed the bluenet's hands. They were covered by a pair of thin black fingerless gloves with what appeared to be fine white bones running down the back. They were outlandish, much like that shirt he'd worn their first time out, but fitting. He could almost imagine those hands crushing through the very bones they displayed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Like maybe sections of his muscle were removed or torn and not properly re-attached. I look down at his ever-gloved right hand. I feel guilty about removing the soaked article of clothing, but it's not like Ryan's really going to be bothered by it in this state. I slowly pull the glove from his hand and let out a quiet gasp when I see it. The ring finger and pinky finger of his right hand are gone. Only two small stumps indicate they ever existed. His middle finger is missing the top two-thirds, amputated at the first knuckle. I take his poor, mutilated hand in both of mine and bring it to my lips, kissing it softly. I always thought his fingers were stiff and unusable, but still there. I ne

The one who had walked into the lion’s den for him, who had trusted him to stand by her, to protect her. Slowly, with hands that trembled just slightly, he peeled the gloves from his fingers. The soft black fabric peeled away, revealing his hands—long, pale, and surprisingly vulnerable. He set them on the small table between them. His hands were bare now. Naked. Exposed. He had never done this for anyone. Never.

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He's wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I've never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo

Then, she held the phone with trembling hands and showed Arianne the picture, unsure of what to say. Arianne fell deep into her thoughts as she looked at the picture. Although the picture only showed Jackson and the woman in the bunny costume, it was obvious they were not the only people in the booth. Another person’s hand could be seen on the side, holding a glass of liquor. It was Mark’s hand! Mark’s hands were very unique. They were long, slender, with distinctive bone structures. The way he held glasses was different from the average person as well. Three fingers would always overlap since his fingers were too long. This was especially true for his pinky.

"Are some of the best specimens we've had in here." "One of them, uh, Kacyn, has no nose, he was born with no nose and no toes. He has eight fingers on both of his hands and no eyebrows." Glenn smiled showing a broken front tooth and a scar just under his bottom lip. The other, oh shit, what is his name, let me think, Maurice, yeah he was born with no lips and no ears. He too has eight fingers on his hands and his toes are so long they look like fingers, along with no fingernails. He can't grow them, we know they must have other family members like them it's only a matter of time before they tell us where they are." "Thinking of it, didn't she say we would be getting something special only a

'That glove has a gadget compartment that was made to control the temperatures of the user and the temperatures around him,' Andrew stated. 'What?' Suzanne turned to him in bewilderment. 'What I don't understand is why a Rolex will need a Wintex's gadget. Obviously the ice and whatever comes from the gloves and that contact you're wearing,' Andrew continued as he looked at Aiden. 'Contacts?!' Suzanne exclaimed, looking into Aiden's silver eyes. 'Why do you need contacts, CIN? Do you have bad eyesight?' she asked further. Aiden rolled his eyes. 'Of course not. The contact is a gadget that goes with my gloves. It's like a small computerized machine that helps me to be accurate in how I aim and