My Husband Has No Hands Novels & Stories

He's wearing a loose sleeveless top and beach shorts which adds more masculinity to him as his biceps were showing. How can this monster be that handsome? I can't believe this is my husband. He smirks as he steps inside the hut, "Can't get enough with my handsomeness?". I rolled my eyes at him. Jerk! How did he know? I ignore him and sat to the wooden chair. I just noticed now that there were different kinds of fruits on the table. Only wooden tables and chairs are displayed inside the hut. It's quite small but this is enough for two people to hang out.

“She slit her wrist last night, we were able to get her out of the mansion so we could treat her, but the press was tough.” “Where are you?” Zach cut him off his explanation, “At home,” Zach's hand shook, and he hung up immediately he dialed Mike and told him to meet him in the Thomas mansion. He checked the video trending and almost went insane. There his wife hugged a pole almost naked and some unknown men made her inhale some things and made her dance crazily on the pole. “Drug,” he groaned, trying to not believe what he was seeing. His breathing hitched he never expected this from her. But he isn’t ready to jump to conclusions.

"You want something to drink?" He shook his head and fisted his hand so tightly that it whitened. "Is your husband here?" "No. He left. Why?” I asked. His shoulder slumped, and he stared at his clasped hands. "I need to talk to him." His hand was shaking and his head was low. I don't understand why he was acting like this. "Why?"

That's why she squeezes her husband's hand, knowing they must be honest and hide nothing, takes a deep breath and decisively begins. "I don't know if you know that my husband, after the accident he had right after giving me the twins, was supposedly unable to have more children according to what the doctors had told him. Well, apparently that's not the case. Here, grandfather, look at this other test," she hands him the results indicating that he can indeed have children. "What does this mean?" the grandfather asks incredulously."

I said forward, this time grabbing his hand. No, I stopped. My husband’s hands were not like this. Orchestrated hands. Rougher. He spent too long in the gym, some years doing gymnastics on his own and calisthenics, so I knew him. I knew those hands—the hands that were mostly covered with calluses. My eyes snapped open as I suddenly found myself face-to-face with none other than Dave. The happiness I thought I felt—the giddiness and the joy from the martinis—disappeared, and all that was left was just blank anger and bewilderment.

he asks me and I nod. I look around the room, “This isn’t my room, my place is nowhere as nice as this,” I say groggily then cough, “Can I get water?” the man hurries out of the room immediately. I look down at my hands, now that I am not as dizzy, I notice that something seems different about them. I always felt pain in my right hand, something I got from the accident that killed my husband. My arm had been shattered from my fingers to my elbow but the doctors put it back together, but the hand was never the same after that. I could not strain it or it would ache for hours.

He gulps it. " Zuriel, I'm your wife, your partner. I know you don't love me and will never, but I want to touch him when we have sex," I tell him. His gaze held so many emotions at once. My husband takes off his shirt suddenly. I swallow at the sight of his biceps and ripped body. He holds my hand and brings it to his torso. " You can touch me. But gently. Only when it's necessary, okay?" his voice is vulnerable. I want to hug him, but I don't want to alarm him so I keep to myself.

Have I experienced something like this before? "You're a Doctor, but you're breaking hospital rules." The woman retorted with a disapproving tone. "I am a doctor, but as a husband, I prefer to please my wife rather than adhere to work rules." The man replied again, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Just look at my hands, the fine hairs on my hands stood on end instantly. But wait. Husband? I saw the handsome man was looking at me. So, he's my husband? My hands felt weak. Even the spoon I was holding just fell off.

] [Goodnight! Right. The new trending couple's game. They had plans. I grabbed his wrist, my voice shaking. "You haven't really spent time with me in forever. Not even today?" He hesitated. Then smiled like nothing was wrong and ruffled my hair. "Of course I'll come home early. But there's a lot going on at work. Be good. Wait for me." Then he peeled my hand off like it meant nothing. And just like that, my heart shattered.

His eyes flare for a moment, but then he intertwines our fingers, sealing the action. “Holding hands?” Genevive’s voice cuts through our little bubble like a knife. “And yet, I don’t see any ring on either hand. Why?” Fuck. I’d completely forgotten about rings. When I turn to him, he shakes his head slightly, using his free hand to run a hand through his hair. He forgot as well. “We’re getting them custom made,” I blurt out, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “You can’t blame a girl for having a husband who wants the best for her, can you?”