Knuckle Dragging My Life Away Novels & Stories

Nothing. I tried moving again but this time I was slower. The chair scraped against the floor, squeaking, but little by little I dragged myself closer to the old table. It felt like it took forever before I could tip the chair and stretch my tied hands behind me... My fingers brushed air, I missed. I tried again, teeth clenched. My nails scraped the wood, then caught on cloth. I continued to drag it until something clattered to the floor… It was a bottle rolling away across the concrete.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

Then, he charged at me. During the struggle, I quickly noticed that Richard had two missing fingers. Blood slowly seeped out and dripped on the ground. "Hank, why won't you just die? You ruined my life! You ruined everything! I'll kill you! I'll cut you up into pieces!" "Stop!" All of a sudden, Jenna appeared with a handful of bodyguards surrounding me, protecting me. Richard was pinned to the ground, unable to even put up a token protest. "Are you alright?" Jenna asked in concern.

As I crossed the busy road to the other side, I stepped on the lid of a drainage system and my heels got stuck in the lid, making me groan angrily as I yelled out his name in frustration, “MIGUEL!” I screamed at the top of my voice while struggling to free my heels from the lid that held me hostage and kept me going after that bastard. I tried and tried but it refused to come out, then I pulled at it so hard, and it came out, or should I say, part of it came out. The heel stayed stuck in the drainage lid, but the upper part came off, making me limp the remaining distance with one heel. I cursed and swore out loud as I walked into the hotel looking like a complete lunatic. The staffers looked

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

My heels clicked softly as I approached, and that’s when I noticed it — His knuckles slammed repeatedly into the wall. A dull, sickening thud. Over and over. Unrelenting. The wall was smeared with blood. My breath hitched. “Drake—” I whispered, but my voice barely left my throat. His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t stop. His fists were already raw, crimson staining his skin. I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, my fingers wrapping around his trembling wrist. His knuckles were hot, slick, shaking beneath my touch.

I thrashed, kicking, clawing, my hands scraping against dirt and roots, but nothing worked. Dragana just smiled, serene, amused even, and waved. And then gravity, or fate, or both, took me over the edge, plunging me into total, suffocating darkness.

His claws dug deeper, He tried dragging me back, tearing my skin in the process. I growled, stumbling backwards. The pain was excruciating, I couldn’t think with him dragging my by my own skin. In that moment, I knew it was either I broke free of I went along. I wasn’t going to do the first option, it would leave me very wounded so I followed him, moving twice as fast, I hit him with my back, ignoring the feeling of his claws digging deeper.

I can't utilize something my brain won't access. Steadying my weight on my right foot, ensuring my grip on the bar, I drag the weight of my non-functioning side, the lifeless arm and leg weighing my body down. It's worse than any workout I've ever done to carry around the extra baggage but if I don't get my shit together and start moving forward I'm going to piss all over myself.

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.