My Left Hand Man Movie Novels & Stories

He reached out to take her hand—Then froze. She was clutching something tightly. A rusted strip of iron, still fixed to the edge of a small ash box. The moment he recognized it, something inside him finally shattered. Pete broke down completely. He laughed and cried at the same time, the sounds tearing out of his throat, hoarse, broken, barely human. “I know I was wrong,” he rasped. “I shouldn’t have touched Mia. I shouldn’t have betrayed you.” His grip tightened around her hand, as if he could anchor her to him by force alone.

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.

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

Sevin suddenly said, "I'm no match for you. How about you give in to me?" Callan frowned and asked, "How?" "You use your left hand, and I use my right hand. I won't take advantage of you. Isn't your left hand as flexible as your right?" Sevin turned to look at Callan. Callan suddenly clenched his left hand. Yes, his left hand was as flexible as his right before. In the military academy, he was famous for his two-handed guns. But now... Callan subconsciously touched his left little finger. When his ten fingers were all fine, he wouldn't feel anything wrong even if one of them was broken. In fact, since his left little finger was broken and connected again, his left hand was not as flexible as

Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face.

That means that was the hand he used in touching Lucia. Bring the table," I said to Rave, who had brought a small stool. "The left hand," he placed both hands, which were tied, and straightened the left hand. The man struggled. He knew what was to come. "Nooo," he yelled. I raised my hands and cut off his hands with my dagger. Blood splattered on my face and around the table. He screamed painfully. Rave left him to fall on the ground. He groaned in pain.

My fiance, Adrian Hale, and I had planned to go snorkeling on Valentine's Day. The day we landed in the south of France, I discovered that his first love, Vivian Clarke, had come with us. They insisted on heading into unpatrolled waters. "But those waters are dangerous, shrouded in strange rumors..." Adrian frowned at me. "Sophie, do you have to ruin the mood right now?" Vivian smiled and hooked her arm through his. "With you here, nothing is going to happen to us." Once we were in the water, Vivian recklessly swam toward the deeper channel. A swell shoved half her body into a narrow opening. I swam over to pull her free, but she thrashed and drove her heel hard into my knee. Her elbow knock

My undercover mission goes wrong, and I'm captured, only to discover that the man I've loved for years is the heir to a powerful crime family. Desperate to keep me alive, Caspian hides me on a remote island. "Be good and stay here, Elowen. Once I convince my father to let you go, I'll come back for you." Only later do I learn the truth. The island is where the Hale family banishes its enemies and traitors. For an entire year, I fight to survive, coming close to death more times than I can count. When I finally escape, I return to the Hale residence to find my identical twin sister nestled in Caspian's arms. "Caspian, Elowen and I were both captured a year ago. Why did you save me and le

Tears spill from his eyes and he starts to sob. Oh, for fuck's sake... "You were never enough for Anna," I snarl in his face. "And you never will be enough for her. Or for anyone, you pathetic excuse of a man. Your acting skills is trash, your behavior is trash, you are trash. And you dared to think yourself worthy to touch my wife." An idea springs to mind. "Hey, Rina?" I call over my shoulder. "Which hand does our friend here use?" She's silent while she types in the search on her phone. Then: "According to this wiki, Collins Black is right-handed."

The fixer moved like he was about to continue, his hand already curling into another strike, but the right-hand man lifted his hand slightly, a quiet gesture that stopped him immediately. It was subtle… but it felt deliberate, like the man on the ground wasn’t meant to die yet, like something else was reserved for him, something worse, My chest tightened at the thought. The right-hand man turned his head slowly… and his eyes landed on me. My breath caught, without a word, he stepped toward me and took my hand not rough… but not gentle either. There was no room for refusal, I didn’t resist… It wasn't the first time I've been taken away like this.