Guantes Sin Dedos Novels & Stories

Erkin's shadow emerged from the next room, and Li Wei's chest beat even harder. Putting the box on the showcase, Mr. Erkin spoke. "Well, the color is not very good. That's because I can't stop the coloring process when all the ingredients are mixed. But this stuff is the best fire control glove I've ever made!" More unblinking eyes stared at the contents of the box. He choked up. The gloves are brown. A little darker than the color of his skin. Red and green stripes, the remaining veins of red pea leaves, are visible on the palm of the glove.

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.

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.

She says. I removed my hand from the light and what seemed to be a skeletal blueprint before, it immediately materialized the moment I removed my hand. Now, there was a shear glove over my left hand. I tried making a fist and saw micro scales moving. I even feel my knuckles hardening just enough but it was not too constricting. “You said you don’t want your knuckles to turn soft. The shell is hard, but it doesn't protect your knuckles that much so you can still keep your calluses.”

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?"

I wore my gloves and checked their pulse and as expected they are dead . The funny thing is that during each autopsy, no finger prints are found. Another proof that the killer isn't human at all.