Kurapika's Hands Novels & Stories

Ivaan extended his hand in her direction, but she just stared at his hand and made no attempt to touch him. Ivaan retrieved his hand back and took out a bar of her favourite chocolate from his pant pocket. He extended his hand in her direction and this time, Kiara put her hand into his and Ivaan clutched it softly, giving a reassuring smile, kissing the back of her hand. ***

Several bottles of liquor littered the floor. Christopher himself was standing before a huge canvas that had an incomplete drawing on it. His white singlet was soiled with paint and sweat and he held the brush tentatively. When he heard the door open, he turned sharply. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. he just paused, staring at me as if I was a mystery.

Dewa immediately returned to grabbing Rere's left hand, and stepped through the door together. "Just a second." "Can't it be with one hand?" "Wa, Please." Rere rounded her pupils towards the Dewa, which was only answered with a cute smile from the man's lips. Dewa reluctantly let go of his grip because Rere needed two hands to lock the door of his apartment. After finishing the door problem, Rere's hand was again caught and held by Dewa. "Why do I like holding hands, I'm uncomfortable." Rere protested in an almost whispered voice.

I reached up, my hand trembling, and touched them. Long. Curved. Serrated. Not mine. Not human. My God!! "F-f-fangs?”

His strong arms held me tight against him, one hand gripping my ass to keep me perfectly positioned. As he fucked me harder and faster, his large balls started to slap against my sensitive pussy with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, like another dick trying to push inside me alongside his massive one. I cried out loudly, my arms tightening around his shoulders as tears spilled down my face. Caspian, despite his relentless thrusts, paused for a moment to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks. His hips continued to move, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle as he brushed his thumbs over my eyes. He leaned down and softly kissed each eyelid, his breath hot against my skin.

Indeed Ekiya has a big heart that's why she dares to ask for friendship from him. " I promise from now on, no drinking no smoking. And yes, let's begin our new relationship with peace. so, yes friends " Girik said and was about to shake hands with Ekiya but noticed that she has Mehandi on her hands. So, he shakes his elbow with her making her chuckle softly. " Come let's go back," Girik said fixing Ekiya's look after cleaning her messed up face with his handkerchief. They both arrived back into the guests and lost each other into the crowd.

Then, he handed it to Solana, "Can you wipe your face yourself?" Solana nodded, and she reached out to take the towel. However, there were a few bruises on her exposed wrists. "The Crushing Hand?" Caspian recognized the martial skill at a glance, and he snorted, shaking his head. Next, he spread the towel in his hand and said to Solana, "Close your eyes."

Don Julio clambered up to his feet after rolling off from her body. The towel which had hung miserably around his waist, loosened and fell around his feet. Kiara's hand jerked slightly when her eyes fell upon him. His rod was quite a staff, she mused. Memories like vapour coursed through her sending cold chills through her spine.

She walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. Ophelia reached out her hand towards Keita and gently said, "Can you hold my hand?" She said. Keita looked at her face, perhaps wondering if it was alright to hold the hand of an older woman. Luciana nodded slightly, giving him permission. Keita shifted on the couch and took Ophelia's hand in his own. The moment Ophelia squeezed his hand, she gasped and looked at Keita, tapping his shoulder gently. " tell me to stand up, kid," she urged him.

When she glanced back, her heart skipped a beat. That hand. It wasn't a human hand. Its fingers were unnaturally long, ending in sharp claws that glinted coldly like blades, ready to tear through anything they touched. Every swing of Daniel's hand sliced through the air, leaving a chill that prickled Ericka's skin even before it touched. Daniel's words kept repeating in Ericka's mind, and when the path ahead turned out to be a dead end, limited by a very high wall, Ericka was cornered.