Her Gifted Hands Novels & Stories

"Stella." Stella didn't even look at her. Instead, she walked straight toward me, her gaze sweeping over the pocket where I'd stashed the Rolex. "Mark Hill?" "Yeah," I met her eyes without backing down. "I’ve heard so much about you. They say you have a very special pair of hands." Stella smiled. "The kind that can uncover secrets the dead can't tell? "Half the department's cold cases were solved because of you." "All just rumors. I stitch up corpses for a living.”

Damon soothed her with a hand over hers. “Home.” Another gift. XXX

“It’ll hold. And that’s not the point, either. Her hands…” “What about her hands?” he asked when I didn’t continue. I rolled a pen on my desk between my fingers. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but… her hands GLOWED.” “Glowed?” he echoed. “Yeah. Glowed,” I said. I rolled the pen away. “What could that possibly mean?” Zephyr stroked his carefully manicured goatee. “It has to be something. Glowed? Really?” “I shit you not.” I reached in my desk drawer for a piece of paper. “Actually, I’d like you to look into it–”

"Oh? So, it’s fine when you give me flowers and scarves, but I’m not allowed to return the favor?" She pushed the gift into his arms, firm and unapologetic. "I said it’s for you, so take it." Stephen found her assertiveness unexpectedly charming. A smile tugged at his lips. "Can I open it?" She gave a shrug, casual and nonchalant. He unwrapped it to find a pair of leather gloves, meticulously handcrafted with fine materials. "You can try them on. If they don’t fit, I’ll adjust them for you." Stephen’s brow lifted slightly—it was handmade.

Addie nodded, looking up at her big sister’s face. “You know how everyone loved Mama, and everyone did what she wanted them to do?” Addie nodded again, wiggling and getting as comfortable as she could in her sister’s arms. “Mama had a special gift. It’s called Shawishi. Do you know what that is?” Addie crinkled her nose, thinking. “Maybe. Is it one of the five gifts?” She vaguely remembered being taught about the sacred gifts but she thought that they had died out.

But a girl could admire fine specimens, right? He wore a checkered blue shirt under a dark grey pullover teamed up with washed jeans and brown loafers. ~✿~✿~✿~ No sooner did he enter than his gaze fell on me. I gave him a small smile. He just nodded. "Namaste uncle and aunty". He greeted ma and dad and handed them a packet. "What is this son? Please don't do such formalities", Dad said with a smile.

a voice suddenly shouted that startled me. Before I knew who it was, she hugged me with many of her hands and immediately parted. “You're finally here!” she smiled happily at me. “Ah good morning Ate Willow (Big sister Willow),” I just smiled at her. “Oh yeah. It's still early today,” she looked at the watch she’s wearing on one of her six hands. Yes you don’t read that wrong. She has six arms and hands, two are holding her waist, two are holding glasses and a plate, one of her right hands is lifting a box while her other left hand is where the watch is worn and there she’s looking the time.

I asked him cheekily. “Baby, I don’t need one,” he lowered his voice to a seductive level. “My hand does just fine those few days I can’t get a girl in my bed.” I shook my head. “You’re disgusting.” “I’m fucking adorable, and you love your gifts.” I laughed at his audacity. “Fine, I might like one or two of them. I’ll have to try them all out.” “Well, let me know when you want something real, and I’d be happy to help you use those in fun ways.”

He swishes his hands back and forth like he is conducting a symphony, and he looks like a fool. Our powers are a gift. A true blessing from the Goddess, handed out carefully to those who are dear to her. She knows we understand their value, unlike those in other kingdoms who have bred them into half the population.

I mumble is low whisper voice as I pry on his physique. This beautiful creature in front of me is the greatest gift that God has offered me after my dad and mom. God couldn't let me stay with my bestest gift ever. I just hope he lets me stay with my second bestest gift and never let me get away from him. I lean close to his face as I kiss on his forehead and hold his hands on mine. These hands used to be colder to me, they preferred not to touch me instead they preferred to bully me, to make me more in pain but everything has changed now.