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The ballerina slipped from my hands and hit the concrete. Shatter. “No—” I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to piece it back together. The head had snapped off. The base had cracked. Tiny pink limbs lay in jagged fragments across the pavement. And then, among the wreckage, I saw it— A note. Folded small. Yellowed at the edges. I picked it up. It was in her handwriting. I knew it instantly. I want to marry Adrian. Just that. Simple. Honest. Pure. My throat closed. My vision blurred.

“Tyr, what are you trying to do?” Everyone seemed a little worried because they sensed something was wrong with Tyr. Tyr did not respond to any of them. He suddenly raised his left hand, as if he was being manipulated by something. He growled out, “You cannot humiliate a God! God’s Left Hand!” Tyr’s left hand shot up into the sky with a dazzling golden light as soon as the voice fell. The left hand of the ancient God appeared above the void at the next second.

A man in the same suit as Jonah said and got inside the room, without even waiting for the permission which made both the 'boss' and Jonah roll their eyes at him. "Here comes my right hand." The man from the dark said and smirked at the new man. "How many times do I have to tell you to come in after getting my permission?" He asked with an angry tone which didn't quite work on the person. "How many times did I disappoint you in that thing and you are still expecting?" The supposed 'right hand' said in a casual tone throwing a smirk at Jonah who could only shake his head at him. In this world, every person in power has a right hand and a left hand as his or her most trusted persons whom he or

he let out a cruelly sarcastic demand, So he wants me to feed him with my left hand. Ok...fine then....! I extended my left hand and he grabbed it too, "What...!" I was going insane that I wanted to hit him again and this time it won't be a simple one though. "Feed me...!" this jerk, what the hell did he mean, he still insisted on feeding him, Oh...! So he wants me to fight him back and free myself to feed him? Ok...! I endeavored to pull back my hands but he didn't even move his hands and was able to control me,

The boy was shocked “If I can do that. Do you think I cannot make you a Beta?” I looked directly at him He bowed at me immediately. “Sir, please give me strength. I want to be a Beta. I want to be powerful.” He begged. A big smile appeared on my lips. “Of course I will but give me your hand first.” I needed to make sure he would not tell me anything he had seen and heard. “Give me your hand. Boy!” I said again.

a muscular male cadets stride up to the ring, looking at the crowd in front of them for a time can not make a choice, in the end, who should be chosen, and then pointed to the most next to a refined boys, signaling that he wants to fight with him. The only people left on the field were the muscle man and the bookish cadet. "That big guy is going to suffer, I can't believe he chose Pika" Sasuke said to Lilith "Why?" "You'll find out later." "Now the match begins!" The referee gave the order Muscle man's whole body flashed with earth yellow fighting qi, a double-headed axe play tiger tiger, on the contrary, Bill is still a face of calm, not at all by the muscle man's aura of intimidation, "kid

I chuckle at his idea because it's crossed my mind a time or too. "Tempting but no. I want to watch her submit not break her" I tell him. "Isn't that basically what you’re about to do?" he asks with a scrunch of his brows. "I'm not going to completely break her D, l'm simple going to wound her to the point of no retum. I'm going to make her wish for death and when she asks for it ill have her right where I want her" My eyes have been glued to her the whole time, I've held the solo conversation with the man that's to be my right hand after I announce my bit for territory as a new gang.

I have never seen Declan do that, and it makes me laugh to see that he can actually do something other than laugh or smile. It’s cute too. “I am your right hand.” he mumbles, “And my friend.” He nods. “So, that’s two out of five who are on my side. I need one more person and that would mean I’m in right?” He winces. “About that…” Shit. I brace myself for what he was going to say. “One person is on that guy’s side.. and the final person has asked us to do things in the name of The Saviors, and when she’s satisfied with what we can do, we’ll be let in.”

Inside the containers were sweetbreads sprinkled with scallions and cilantro. I stared silently at the distinct, slender left hand in the photo. Adrian's hands were beautiful enough to be a hand model's. I could recognize them at a glance. When we had free time at home in the past, my favorite thing was leaning against him on the couch and playing with his fingers. Outside the window, the sun was bright, and the flowers were in full bloom. Looking back now, I could no longer remember the last time he and I had leaned together like that.

I picked up my katana sword and tapped it gently on both of his shoulders. "Rise." I said. "You are officially my right hand man. Welcome to my familia." "Thank you. You know, I like you already." "Keep going like this, it won't be long before I hate you." I said. "You know, I can hook you up with my friend Celia, if you want a lover so bad." "No!" "Well, if you keep hitting on me, I won't hesitate to do it. I can assure you she's very protective of her men."