Knuckles Crying Novels & Stories

I punched the gravestone, and as the sound of my bone cracking echoed in my ears, I winced in pain. With my eyes fixed on my bruised knuckles, I let out another agonizing scream. “Bring someone back, will you? Anyone. Just anyone. Please.”

I flinched at his action. His knuckles were bleeding. He was growling in anger and pain. Seeing his knuckles bleed, my heart dropped in my stomach. His fist was bleeding very badly. I started sobbing more loudly. I tried to take it in my hands to see the damage but he snatched it. “Don't touch me,” he shouted. I started sobbing and tried to control the hiccups but it was not in my hands.

He snapped her gaze up and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why are you crying?" He asked and was about to cup her cheeks but she didn't let go of her hands. Instead, she brought her bruised knuckles near her lips and gently kissed them. His eyes widened as his mouth was almost hanging low. His heart started to beat hundred times faster as she kissed his bruise knuckles while holding his hands in hers.

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck until it popped. Then, he grinned. “It’s time for a fucking rematch,”

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

‘You won’t touch a hair on her head,’ I snarl at Kris. Kris grins at me and begins taking the little hammer to my joints, breaking each one with frightening accuracy. This is his art. “I’ll be touching more than the hair on her head,” Kris says as my knee snaps at an odd angle. “Do they have hair down there? I suppose you’d know better than anyone. Does the carpet match the drapes?” I growl a warning in my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Kris begins humming to himself as he breaks my knuckles one by one. I’ve lost the ability to comprehend the pain and wheeze with every snap of a bone.

Christian immediately lets my hand go and stares at me in terror. "Nothing", I chuckle. "Something stupid" I pull my hand back but he immediately grabs my wrist. "No. Something is wrong with your hand. You just hissed when I squeezed it lightly. Show me. Did you hurt your hand too? The doctor didn't say anything about it", he's almost next to panic when he pulls my hand into his lap. "Chris! It's not much!" I protest. A fail. He looks at my reddish knuckles. I didn't know it would look like this. I never punched anyone so hard.

He touched his nose,it seemed broken. "It's an eye for an eye now! " Dylan said.Winking at him. However the man wasn't in a good mood! He threw the knuckles away,clenched his fist and teeth,then his whole body vlycanned. "Purpura unguem usque in finem! (Crimson Claw till the end!) " he growled loudly. Dylan blinked rapidly and crossed his arms. "Wow! Okaaayy..say..say it again!" He said in a sarcastic tone.

Now I needed a human to hold me up. "I need to test something," I said suddenly. I walked to the wall. I pulled back my fist. I hit it into stone as hard as I could. Pain exploded through my hand. It was sharp and overwhelming. I cried out. Blood came from split knuckles. "Claire!" Kieran was beside me instantly. "What were you thinking?" He grabbed my hand. He looked at it gently. "You could have broken bones." "I should have punched through it," I said. The words sounded crazy. "I should have been able to break through without feeling it."

I lied that we are in love because I thought you were also in love with me. Fuck! I yelled, slashing my hands across the table which was stocked with varieties of stuff. My knuckles bled because I had curled into a fist and used it negatively. A bleeding knuckle is kind of better than a broken heart, limb, or ankle. I'll just have to take my bath and brush my teeth and await this old foolish man for any of his stupid reasons he did have to call me over. *** I tried walking out of my room with my determination on something.