My Left Hand Man Movie Novels & Stories

The man was quite shocked at what Richard could do, he tried to retrieve back his fist but Richard was grabbing it firmly. Richard twisted his arms, slowly turning them clockwise with a lot of pressure, like he was about turning it towards his back region, causing him to groan and moan in pain. The man could feel his shoulders twisting, the force in which Richard held his arms and was turning it was an enormous one. At that point, the man realised he had a left hand, and then he clenched his left fist and tried to punch Richard on his belly but Richard ducked. Richard still held on to his right hand, this time, with speed and twice the previous force, he swiftly moved to his back, twisting a

“If Isabella had actually died in that port warehouse, would you still be telling me it wasn’t serious?” Lyon went completely silent. Margaret pushed a document across the table. It was a family resolution. Until the audit finished, Lyon lost control of two port operations, his share in an underground casino, and the film company’s funds line. For all external matters, his uncle would temporarily act as executor. It was like taking more than half his real power away. Lyon looked up sharply. “You’re stripping me of my power?” “No.” Margaret looked at him in disappointment. “You lost that all by yourself.”

It had been long and thin, like it had been left by fingernails. A woman's fingernails. And the pearlescent button I had found in the washing machine the next morning... If the man pretending to be Michael wasn't my husband at all, then whose button was that? The door clicked open and Detective Logan walked back in, handing me a fresh cup of water. "You mentioned earlier that on April Fools' Day, when that man was... intimate with you, you noticed an injury on his arm?" I nodded frantically. "On the inside of his left forearm. A fresh scratch, like it had just happened."

Chapter 13 Suzanne had never been so perplexed all her life. She found it very hard to believe, but she knew it was true. Arlan would not lie against Leah. "How did she do it?" She asked softly, her voice filled with pain for the old man. "It happened early hours of the morning. Two weeks ago. I...was at the top of the stairs when I felt strong hands push me from behind. I tried to maintain my balance, but it was too late for me. I stumbled forward, and rolled down till I hit the ground below the stair case." Arlan replied, and closed his eyes tightly. He looked like he was going through the pain of narrating the incident.

“Will you get married again? “All men are the same. If you ever start a new relationship, how can you be sure they won’t betray you too?” I stared at him coolly. “That’s none of your business anymore.” I sized him up and said, “Besides, do you think anyone could be worse than you?”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "I believe," a deep, resonant voice vibrated through the hall, "there is a misunderstanding regarding my son’s parentage." The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Lucian Thorne, a man respected by the elites in broad day light and feard in the shadows. He didn't look at the press, or the elite, or the empty grave on the screen. His eyes were fixed solely on Darcy and the boy. Harry blanched, his bravado evaporating. "Thorne? What is this? This is a family matter. This is my son, Leo Williams—"

“Tyr, what are you trying to do?” Everyone seemed a little worried because they sensed something was wrong with Tyr. Tyr did not respond to any of them. He suddenly raised his left hand, as if he was being manipulated by something. He growled out, “You cannot humiliate a God! God’s Left Hand!” Tyr’s left hand shot up into the sky with a dazzling golden light as soon as the voice fell. The left hand of the ancient God appeared above the void at the next second.