Hands Rated E For Everyone Novels & Stories

"What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me." As it was currently the height of summer, I only had a simple short-sleeved shirt underneath my white coat. However, just the sight of my arm was enough to shock everyone. It was so thin that it was nothing but skin and bones, and it was covered in a network of scars and needle marks. A young woman gasped in fear before covering her eyes. Others started to show their sympathy, casting suspicious glances at my so-called family. The Sanders all wore cold expressions, completely indifferent to my wounds and even showing signs of disdain. After all, this wa

The gold medals gleamed under the sunlight, and the red enamel at their centers shone with striking brilliance. When the guards saw the words "Medal of Honor", their expressions shifted at once. No one knew better than they did what those words meant. And now, I wasn't holding just one, but two.

Get your shit together. "It keeps me in shape." He smiled. "You wanna join me tomorrow morning?" She tilted her head. "Hmm. Maybe. But we probably should introduce ourselves first." She held out a hand. "Kaitlyn." Okay. No last name. Good. "Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn. I'm Ryan." Her hand was soft but her handshake was firm. "I need to use that hand today." She grinned. He was mortified to realize he was still holding onto it and let it go reluctantly.

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

He was right. “How did this happen?” “It’s nothing. They just got scratched when I was handling the flowers.” Eva wanted to pull her hand away after explaining it. However, Nathan refused to release his grip. “How can this be nothing?” He looked at her wounds seriously. Her hands were different from other women. The women he knew had never done any physical work before. Their hands were fair and soft, always elegantly groomed. However, Eva had calluses on her hands and some small scars.

A lot of series of whistles erupted from the crowd, claps was heard from the people and everyone was carrying a smiling face. Immediately alpha Jaden raised his hand up high silencing them. "Well you see all the things I have mentioned here cannot be made by only one hand they say two hands is better than one so you can't use only a hand to plant, you are expected to use your two hands so that you would be able to weed away the unwanted plants before planting your new crop into the soil.

Not anyone and especially not this man. ✍✍✍✍ Happy reading 📖 Asmita 💜

Rose raised her right hand and bent her index finger. "During the weekend, I was accidentally scratched by a crab in the supermarket. There's a wound on my finger. Even if I have touched the machine before, it wouldn't have my wound on it. I am confident that I didn't touch the machine yesterday, so no matter how many fingerprints were being collected, there won't be one with a wound like mine! As everyone could see, to insert the wire, the person would have to lean against the wall to do it. No matter if the person was left-handed or right-handed, they could only use their right hand to do it. I'm sure everyone here agrees with this point!"

“Do whatever you want. Whatever helps.” He took my hand, lacing our fingers together. His palm was warm, calloused from years of fighting, but gentle. We looked down at Harrison’s body one last time—still, lifeless, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. No more threats. No more hate. Just a shell.