Guantes Sin Dedos Novels & Stories

He doesn’t know whom to believe, so he believes no one anymore. Jenny’s fingers relaxed from the palm of her hand. Her nails left four crescent-shaped imprints on her palm. The skin inside these imprints turned white, while the surrounding skin turned red. Her hand hung limp at her side, and her fingertips touched the rough stone pavement. The rough surface scraped against her fingertips, producing a “scraping” sound.

Alejandro looks around. “There’s more?” “Oh, much more.” Karen hands Alejandro a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves. “Here.” He stares at them. “What are these?” She blinks. “Gloves.” “I know they’re gloves.” “You’ll need them.” He slowly lifts one. “They’re yellow.” Karen folds her arms. “They’re protective.” “They’re ugly.” Brian snorts. “Pretty sure bacteria don’t care about fashion.” Karen nods. “They absolutely don’t.” Alejandro sighs dramatically before putting them on.

I stood there over Reyes, chest heaving, staring down at my own hands. They looked normal and human. No blood on my gloves, no mark to explain what had just happened. But I hadn't hit him with my fist. For one impossible second, right before everything had gone wrong, I'd seen it. Claws, black and curved, extending straight out from my own fingers like they belonged there, gone again the instant Reyes hit the floor, vanished like they'd never existed at all.

She watched as they shifted the desk, swaying slightly at the loss of their touch. That could be addictive. Saber moved like he always did, with a grace that belied his size. But Gomez was more jerky. Working on instinct. Deep in his head. She knew all about that. Only, she worried that she was the one that had put him in his head. Saber’s phone rang as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, placing it on her keyboard. “Fingerless gloves. Wear them.” Then he stepped out. Gomez moved to follow him.

he whispered "To bad" His smile faded as he saw how normal Oliver acts. It was as if he is not afraid of him getting a bullet inside of his head. "You are slow" The old man look at Oliver's hand. He wasn't holding anything yet he is wearing something weird. 'A... Thumb gloves?' He thought to himself as curiously look on his arm. He is in his sando. White in color to be exact. Since he was still on his pajamas, his skin is well exposed.

Something like amusement crossed his gaze. His lips moved slightly, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. “F++k…” he cursed under his breath, his deep voice echoing through the tension in the air. He roughly removed his wet black gloves, dropping the gun onto his thigh and exposing a tattoo of a skull and guns on his left hand, while on his right, a casket and skeleton were inked across his knuckles. Alarm bells exploded inside my head. My lungs suddenly stopped functioning well; my stomach tightened as I acted on instinct, reaching for the door and forcefully twisting the lock.

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

He transported me here all alone without the rest of the goons. Roman cracks his neck to loosen the stiff muscles, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?” He then slowly takes out the glove covering his left hand. He always wore one only on that hand and I, more than anyone, knows why. He waves the hand in front of my eyes. It’s missing the two middle fingers. “Remember this?” He says.

He quipped. "Fine! What are the rules?" Wilson agreed. "No weapons, except for gloves. Regular gloves. Whichever man surrenders or gets knocked out loses. If you are thrown out of the ring and you can't get in in under ten seconds, you also lose." The man said. "Okay!" Wilson said, pulled off his shoes and entered the ring barefooted like his opponent. "You are not gonna wear any gloves?" "No, too heavy." "Oh! Then what about these?" He asked as he took out some fingerless gloves. Your favorite color?"

Zhu Wushang said nonchalantly while wearing a pair of black gloves before he touched the man’s head. Suddenly, many small tentacles with bone-like needles appear from the glove's five fingers. This pair of gloves is a new tool Zhu Wushang created by using the Shoggoth cell with the cell of the Formless One. Tens of black tentacles with needles wriggling in front of the man's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth made the dangerous gesture as they tried to find the good spot to pierce through making the man's face become even more ugly as it twisted in fear.