Man Hands On Misery To Man Novels & Stories

At this point, he looked like a madman. Their commotion was so loud that security guards rushed in and separated them. Xander fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. He was utterly miserable, his shoulders shaking as he cried, "I regret it... I truly regret it..." But what good was regret now? Out of courtesy, I pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to Xander.

The man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

" Do you remember him??" Cody asked as Alyssa keep on staring at the guy with visible pity in her eyes " Yeah,,," She nodded " Well,,,,I guess you should know who did that to him " Cody grinned and Alyssa gasped " Don't tell me Luther did that " She screamed in a low voice " Okay I won't " Cody replied with a chuckle " That's too much,, the dude can't use that hand again. It look so weird and dislocated " Alyssa said and immediately turned

They knew they would obliterate them. "Trust me, Man, I can do it without a second of remorse.” Felix warned, pressing his foot harder on his face, removing the wire in his mouth. “N-No. Please don’t… I-I will guide you.” He cried, shaking his head, begging for mercy, to at least spare his people. These people are out of his league and they cannot afford to fight them. “Good boy. See, now you are listening.” Felix smiled vilely, taking a step back. His back faced the man on the ground. His smile converted into a smirk as he moved his string and cut the fingers on his left hand.

Unable to look away, I stared at the arm and the hand, torn from its body, resting morbidly in the snow. I guess I should just call him Big Hand, now, I thought, so sickened that I couldn’t process anything more. Bile rose in my throat. I tried to roll over and felt my stomach convulse, but I had nothing to throw up. Enzo shifted back. “Touch her again, and I’ll take your other hand, too.” Big Hand fell to his knees, grabbing his lifeless arm, a sob building in his chest. “My… my arm,” he whimpered, his face contorted with pain.

"Whore! How could you be this dirty!" The guests who hadn't bolted scrambled for their phones, eager to catch it all. Lindsay clocked the chaos and tried to sneak out. She was done with Ella. Got her money, ready to ghost. But I wasn't letting her walk. "Danny, if you want her to pay, stop her!" He stepped in and punched her. "Not so fast." Meanwhile, Finley lost it, striking Ella over and over. "Whore!" She shrieked, sobbing. "I'm pregnant with your baby!"

My skin works as an emotionless and heavy shield while everything inside me screams in pain, misery, and despair. My feet dragged over loose gravel as we neared the light, like an entrance growing, allowing the light to manifest and grow and casting light on everything around us, bringing me hope to be able to leave this darkness and showing all the horrifying things leading up to there. A young man with a dirty bandage all over his face, people missing limbs, open cuts, pale skin, rotten, dark, and empty eyes, while others only had dark endless pits where the eyes once used to be.

What should I do now? “Never mind, it’s fine.” The man looked as handsome as a deity, and his voice sounded thin, languid, and careless. Charlotte suspected that she had had an auditory hallucination. The bystanders looked at each other. The man then raised his left hand in the next second and held Sotiria’s right hand, which was frozen in mid-air. The man, whose appearance was as glacial as an iceberg, had extremely warm palms, and Sotiria seemed to have felt an electric current flowing from her palm into her heart.

I started awake. Hands were clasped around my arms and legs, making it impossible for me to move. I fought against the strong hands that were clamping me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly a hand clamped my mouth shut, momentarily disarming me. I could hardly breathe. I blinked wildly trying to decipher the figures in front of me. There were four of them, one holding my arms, one clasping my legs, and the other was clamping my mouth shut. The last one climbed on top of me and sat right over my stomach, pinning me down. I was hopelessly immobilized. Their skin was jet black, their eyes and teeth, a perfect contrast against their skin. They were touching me with brutal roughness

he answered and intertwined again our hands in front them as we turn our back. “Bitch,” whispered of the fat woman and I don't know if Duke also hear it. Our hands still close together till we goes out in his company. I want to free my hand from him but he is holding mine so tight like I'm going to run away. He just free my hand as we reach here in his convertible car. At this moment, are now heading at his house. “You don't have to hold my hand in front of them,” I complained here in the passenger seat.