Mha Hand Guy Novels & Stories

I need to or everything I've done till now would go to waste. I headed towards the exit, surprisingly Mason was here waiting for me. I didn't think he would be here.... not after what I did to him. He pulled me into a hug and whispered "I am so sorry, Matt was a good man." Tears welled up in my eyes, Matt was the best person there could be... he helped everyone selflessly.... he took me in 8 years ago...a 17 year old girl, with nothing but clothes on her back, hurt by the people who should've protected her.... he was himself just 20 at the time.... he had found me sitting on a bench across the train station, while it was pouring heavily.... he tried to talk to me and offered to share his umb

After four hours, the deal was finally sealed and as a formality, they shook hands. When YangYang, extended her arm to shake hand with Mike... BAM! Shattering of cup resound in the silent room from the corner of the table, and Mao Ho quickly stood up from his place and walked towards them with huge steps and shook the extended hand of Mike, while shoving YangYang hand to the side. YangYang suppressed her laughter and acted calmly, while Mike just stare at her. Mao Ho anger skyrocketed, when he saw Mike eyeing YangYang, he applied force on the hand holding Mike's, Mike flinches in pain when his hand was squeezed.

’ Mia replied to herself again. She glanced again at the group of men in black jackets with the Hades emblem curiously. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Knight Miller,” said the man as he reached out to Mia who was transfixed. At first, Mia just stared at the hand, but after hearing the voice from the man in front of her, Mia accepted the offer a little hesitantly. They shook hands briefly, but it made Mia’s cheeks warm. ‘Oh my, what got into me?’ Mia thought to herself confused.

Mason cranked the wheel and turned his truck into the driveway. "Zain?" Hannah squeaked. "Yeah, you know my cousin, don't you?" "Wait, you're cousins with Zain? Captain Hook, Zain?" Her voice rose in pitch, getting higher and higher. Not only did Zain work for Aegis Group, but he was their chief technical bad ass and doer of all things with one hand tied behind his back. Literally, since he'd had one arm amputated from the elbow down following an accident during a deployment.

business deal, I don’t want to shake a fucking hand for fucks sake. I didn’t even realize that I was staring so hard at his hand until he withdrew it slowly with an awkward laugh. “Mr. Moretti is a germaphobe,” Xarah inputs as the man looks at her. “Sometimes,” She adds. “I hope for your sake that I don’t get disappointed,” I tell him. “Then,” I finished and headed towards my car. “Till we meet again, Mr. Reigns.” I hear Xarah tell him as I walk away.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

“I’m sorry, do I know you…?” “Oh, shoot. Sorry.” He released me and smoothed his hands over his doublet. I noticed that his left pinky finger was smudged with ink, like he wrote with his left hand. “I’m not used to this sort of thing.” He gestured around us at the party. “I’m Harrison. Harrison Maevis. I’m a colleague of Jayne’s—your mentor?”

My hand reached for the doorknob and twisted it open before sliding in, shutting the door behind me. I halted at the sight of the handsome, dark-haired, shoulder-length-haired guy with a height of about 6’4 ft. His face was sweaty and his hair glued to his face, making him hot, but that wasn't what I was viewing. His huge, erect, and veiny member was in his hand.

“What's going on?” “New kid. Some big hot shot from New York, is what everyone is saying. A trust fund millionaire with a cocky attitude is the word in the halls.” Thomas says, rolling his eyes. “Like we needed nother one of those.” Dani says sarcastically. “Right.” Someone calls his name and he nods. He holds out a hand for Dani to do this weird little hand clap, shake, palm rub thing that guys do. Asher taught it to her after she looked like an idiot the first time they did it, after Thanksgiving break. Now they do it all the time. “Later Danny.”

The knife had been well sharpened. “Let me see your hand.” Richardson hesitated. “No, no, no—please, no.” Giaus wasted no time. He forcefully grabbed Richardson’s hand and slammed his palm flat against the table, pinning it down with so much strength that he couldn’t move a finger. Richardson struggled, but his strength was no match for Giaus’. Without a second thought, Don Diego lifted the knife and chopped off Richardson’s wrist, detaching it from his arm.