Knuckles Laughing Novels & Stories

And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something. Punk ass poser. His knuckles hurt. He opened his eyes and held his hand in front of his face. Yeah, he’d punched something. Fingers scraped. Knuckles swollen. Black and blue and sorta yellow and, fuck me, red? Broken? He flexed his fingers. Nah, this was a wood punch, not concrete. Not flesh or bone. Wood. “It’s shit,” he’d screamed at Spike, his fists clenched. Fuck counting back from ten. “It’s fucking shit, man. I just want it fixed. It’ll take two fuckin’ seconds!”

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.

I ground out through clenched teeth. Marcus paused for a second, and then a barely restrained snicker came through the phone. That snicker quickly turned into full-blown laughter, loud and unfiltered, like water breaking through a dam. He was laughing uncontrollably, and there was no mistaking the sheer, outright mockery in it.

In fact, in his jacket pocket, Lucas was clenching his fists so tightly, his knuckles turned white and his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms. ***

"I'm sorry." There was regret in his eyes. "I just couldn't stay and watch something happen to you," I swallowed hard. "I couldn't." My gaze drifted to the sling around his shoulder and the cast supporting his arm. "Something did happen." He glanced down and let out a small laugh. "This?" He lifted the injured arm slightly. "It's nothing." "You should've seen the other guy." He joked, I couldn't find it in me to laugh. My fingers hovered over the bruises along his knuckles before finally touching them.

"He was not a loud man. He had a deep voice. When he laughed, the laugh came out at the same volume as the voice, but it shook. You could feel it more than you could hear it. He would put his hand over his mouth when he laughed, because he had been told by his mother when he was a boy that men of the founder line did not laugh out loud at parties. He had stopped going to parties when he was twenty. But he kept the hand. Even with me. Even at the kitchen table. He would put his hand over his mouth when he laughed, and the laugh would shake his shoulders, and I would know he was laughing because his shoulders were shaking." I sat with that. I sat with it for a long time. "Mama." "Yes." "Kade d

Two women, one of whom it turned out spoke decent English, cooked bones in a broth. The younger woman wanted to know where he was from. He told her. She laughed, saying “Aussie-Aussie-Aussie-Oi-Oi-Oi!” He asked her what they were cooking, and the older woman leaned in close. Too close “These are knuckles,” she whispered. Danny smelled something on her breath. Something familiar. What was it? Yes, licorice. “Do you have arthritis?” “No.” “Too bad,” the woman replied. “Eating knuckles helps sore hands.” She smiled at him once more, showing off the spaces between her missing teeth, tongue pushing up to fill the gaps. “Eat the part that hurts. Where do you hurt?”

Jack asked me. " Well a few months ago Knuckles wanted me to find his movie business." I said. " Movie business? wat movie business?" Jack asked me. " It's a porn production, any ways he was interviewing people and he introduced me to some guy, that man has a python between his legs, the biggest d*k I have ever seen, I think it's safe to say that Berner might have lost his virginity." I said. " No he didn't!" Jack said. " Yes he did, I am sure that he can't even sit down let alone walk." I said.

Without thinking, she sunk her fingers in the cuff, and clutching it like a brass knuckle, she punched the man hard on the chin. She jumped back in fright when the man fell flat on his face without a sound. “Are you OK?” She turned to Egan, who was wincing. He shook his head, and started laughing. “What is it?” she asked. “You were made for this life.” He leaned down as he laughed harder. “Stop saying that.” She nagged, making a face. “You knocked him flat out.” Egan wheezed as he laughed even harder, falling on a chair. “He..” It was difficult for him to get the words out through his laughter.

Adrian’s friends moved faster than he did. One of them reached out and ripped it from my hand, ending the call mid-ring. Another laughed under his breath, like he’d just seen something absurd. “Seriously?” someone scoffed. “Your fiancée runs into a little trouble and the first thing she does is call her mommy?” Another chimed in, shaking his head with a laugh. “Adrian, this is next-level childish. We’re grown adults, not kindergarteners. What’s she going to do next—cry for a nanny?”