Knuckles Quotes Novels & Stories

the voice of Sarraphina rang out from the audio from the video spoke out from the phone" "Oh shit" Nina mumbled. "You backslided. You thought you could eat your cake and have it" Kunle said with a calm voice. "And you still had the guts to come here and act holy, making me feel like I sent you on a suicidal mission" Kunle added and threw the half burnt blunt to the ground and used his feet to match it taking out the little fire. "You know I hate cheats" Kunle said with a frown and his eyes turned red.

My head rings, and my vision blurs from the strike. My ears ring as I fumble on the ground. What the hell? His hits are hard, too hard. I look at his gloves and notice the tape around his knuckles outlining more than knuckles. Faint gold shining through split tape I realize why he's hitting with such force. He has fucking brass knuckles on! "Hey!" I yell at the guy standing outside the ring, trying to inform him of the knuckles. I run to the other side of the ring, wiping and smearing blood from my eye from my face.

The silence was first broke by one or two pairs of people before people began rushing for the doors screaming. "Well that definitely got them moving." Collen whispered. "That it did." John turned his attention back to Dane's hand "Ha that brings back some memories." John laughed as Dane slipped on a pair of Brass Knuckles with PAIN engraved across it. "I haven't seen Pain since Iraq." "Oh yea! When that man tried to hit you with a cast iron pan!" "And I have only had a few opportunities to use it since. I may have hurt her feelings."

“Get up,” I whispered. “Please get up, Misha.” Knuckles raised his arms and roared like a beast crowned king. He turned his back to Misha, laughing, soaking up the praise from his bloodthirsty audience. “You fucking see that?!” he shouted. “See who fucking win?! Me! That's me!” “Knock him out for good, Knuckles!” someone bellowed. “Break his fuckin’ neck!” I no longer cared how obvious my panic was. Please, get up, Misha. Get up right now.

A moment later, the door opened and Knuckles walked out in his jeans. His monster tattoo was positioned so that she peeked out of his jeans. “She’s in the shower.” Knuckles said as he grabbed his shirt off the couch. “Well come on.” Lollipop smiled at him. “I’ve got to get a Quaich.” “What the hell is a Quaich?” Werewolf demanded. “A silver cup used by the bride and groom to seal their vows with whiskey.” Knuckles explained stepping into his boots. “How the hell…” “When you live with a woman who can get lost in a book, you pick up reading.” Knuckles admitted as the water turned off.

That told me everything and nothing at once. “You punched something.” “Several somethings.” I glanced up at him. “Trees don’t talk back, Nicklaus.” “That’s why they’re safer.” I looked back down, focused on a particularly bad gash near his thumb. “You’re going to scar.” “I already have.” That made my chest ache a little, but I didn’t say anything to that, just kept cleaning. He was quiet as I worked, his breath slow... until I pressed a little too hard near the edge of a split knuckle.

It's a deep cut in-between my thumb and index finger and it's bleeding heavily. It's also bleeding from other tiny cuts on my palm. "I know you're angry but can you control your emotions and try not to be rash next time? You need your two hands to fight and beat your knucklehead brother you know!?" He says when he's done treating and bandaging my hand "I don't need my hands to fight a knucklehead. I'll beat his ass even if I'm blindfolded with my two hands tied to the back..." I reply testily

He sounded scared. " Knuckle what did you to him?" I asked Knuckles. " I called in a friend, the movie star." Knuckles said. " You didn't?" I said to him. " He was being difficult and since you said that he must not be beaten or killed, I thought that our friend would do the trick and it seems like it worked." He said. " Tell Berner that I want my book back and that I want him to say that it was all my father that I have nothing to do with the underground business." I said.

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”

I didn’t need Nicholas Atkins acting like a hero. Without warning, I gave him a solid punch to the jaw. He turned his face sideways and took half a step back. Then he looked at me sternly. I felt sharp pain in my knuckles, as though my bones broke from that punch. “What the hell was that for?” he asked angrily. I shook my hand to try to alleviate the pain. “What’s your jaw made of? Steel?” I asked back. “My jaw’s made of bones. Just like the rest of the human species,” he replied. He took my hand in his to survey my knuckles, which were red and sore. “We need to get this checked.”