Healing Hands Book Novels & Stories

I felt loved. Because healing wasn’t about never falling. It was having hands ready to help you get up every single time it was necessary.

" Tyler's face fell instantaneously. Right after that, a hurt and dissatisfied look came across his face. No matter what, he wasn't going to evoke pity from me again. I pulled Matthias by the hand and led him back to the changing room, when I realized that my hand was clammy. I lowered my head to look, only to see fresh blood trickling down the back of his hand and seeping in between his thumb and index finger. "You hurt your hand? Why didn't you say anything?" "It's fine. It's just a minor injury. I didn't want you to be sad." Matthias was looking at me with his head down. Even though he was clearly the one who was hurt, his eyes overflowed with his heartache for me.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

He loved how she responded to him, but he paused and whispered against her lips, "I would prefer you heal." She nodded, eyes dark with longing, and he simply held her for a moment longer. Then, he leaned in, voice warm against her ear. "I think I know how to help you heal faster." Intrigued, she looked up at him, but he didn’t say more. Instead, he moved above her, his hands moving slowly, reverently across her skin. Her soft moans filled the room as his touch awakened every nerve ending. Then, with unhurried precision, he introduced her to a new kind of pleasure—his mouth finding her core, tongue soothing and teasing in equal measure.

I quickly texted back a thank you and clicked the file again. I read through the introduction. It was more of a personal diary than a handbook but the writing was precise and straight to the point. It got me hooked and I found my sense flipping pages and consuming every knowledge. I saw some things that I have already experienced, like the reading people's minds while healing and I also saw some that I haven’t experienced yet. My visions were still just limited to when I heal people but according to the handbook, I will also be able to read minds by just touching someone. Oh, I think I will like that a lot.

He said no, I kept touching different sides of his leg until I got to the place that was aching him. The nurse helped him clean the blood around the leg and gave me a glove to wear so I wouldn't put my bare hand on the wound. I wore the gloves and placed my hand where the blood was coming out, I closed my eyes and allowed the energy to flow. My hands were shaking as the energy kept coming from my hand and I could see it was already healing the wound. I removed my hand after I was done and the wound was cleared up. I also helped him strengthen the leg that was aching him

He didn’t speak again after trying to get me to speak with no success. I watched his hands move in fluid smooth motion, like he had practiced the art of healing, his attention focused on what he was doing. My thoughts began to wonder, having those rough, gentle hands run through my skin, igniting the fire that was already rising inside me. how it would feel to surrender myself to him completely, laid bare and wide spread, as his practiced talented hands work their way through… “...Here, the healers say you should not miss your doze.” I didn’t know when he had finished and was standing in front of me, but making sure to keep enough space between us.

even if it meant I would suffer his pain. When I got my voice, something else came with it. A kind of healing power that made me able to heal people by placing my hands on them. The catch was that I was going to feel their pain. “Who are you?” I asked no one in particular. I didn’t understand why the thought of him never waking up terrified me. I placed my hands above its body and closed my eyes. This was the only way. I felt my palm grow warmer under his fur and soon, I felt searing pain through my hands. It was low at first, but it intensified so much, I had to bite down on my lips. I didn't take my hands away and shut my eyes tighter to concentrate.

I held it above the final slat, watching the way the bright sunlight cast a sharp, clean shadow of the point against the fiber. ​When I finally touched the reed to the page, the movement was effortless, floating across the surface with the smooth, definitive grace of a journey that had found its home: ​They thought the manuscript was a weapon we were carrying to attack their walls. They never understood that the manuscript was the road itself. We did not write to destroy their city; we wrote so that those coming after us would know how to walk through the dark without losing their way. Chapter 142 is not a continuation of the flight—it is the setting of the stone.

, I mumbled and about to get up from my bed but I winced when I felt the pain in my right hands and my right shoulder. And my eyes widened when I saw my hands and feet in chains. " What is this? Hey, let me out of here! What are you doing to me?", I screamed but no one heard me. My voice echoed inside my room. I keep struggling from the handcuffs. "Ahhhh!!!", I screamed again. "I'm not crazy! I will kill all of you!", I whispered with my vicious gaze.