روايات وقصص ضمن My Left Hand Man Movie

It's easier to deal with one than to deal with more than ten rich humans. Nathan crosses over to my side and opens the door of the car for me. He stretches his hand out for me and helps me out of the car. "We're late" he grabs my hand in his and leads me inside of the big house. In the living room there's a long table with people on all the chairs except two chairs that's reserved for the both of us. I feel all the eyes of everyone in the room on us as we walk in and this makes me want to shrink to the ground but Nathan hands in mine gives me a drop of boldness.

He stayed glued to Evelyn's side, his small hand clutching the hem of her shirt. Evelyn left him outside the hospital room. Then she came in and stopped beside my bed, guilt and hope tangled in her eyes. "Did the surgery go well? Did the doctor say there's a chance it'll come back?" The scene felt painfully familiar. That night, she had looked at me the same way and promised she would never have anything to do with Thomas again. I ripped my hand out of hers and slapped Evelyn across the face with every bit of strength I had left.

He wasn’t a hitter, but he carried the family’s old-world discipline in his bones. “The Don’s wife should understand punctuality,” my mother said quietly. Bruno produced a heavy, leather-bound ledger—the family ledger—and a thick, copper-buckled belt. “Your hand, Mrs. Lopez ,” Bruno said, his voice devoid of emotion. Chloe laughed, incredulous. “You’re joking.” No one else laughed. She looked at me. I sipped my espresso, watching from the head of the table. “Matteo! Tell them to stop this!”

Charlie immediately pointed at the man and scolded, "What's wrong with you? Don't you understand my command?!" The man desperately shook his head and whimpered, "I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I can't tell left from right..." "You can't tell left from right? I see..." Charlie smiled slightly. "It's okay. I can help you with that." With that, Charlie grabbed the man's right hand, and with a little force on his thumb, broke the latter’s right wrist single-handedly like breaking a pencil.

I had long made peace with the fact that I was not good enough to be out there. “Hi”, I flinched softly, looking up at the baritone voice that snapped me out of my thoughts. I tried to say something, but I was tongue tied. The man was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt and no tie. His hair looked like it had been styled in the morning, only a bit tousled. Sharp jaws, perfectly trimmed beared. And… Oh God, he's good looking. I thought with a bit of panic.

He chose instead to believe that June and I were conspiring to deceive him. What could I do? Was I destined to repeat the mistakes of my past life? Should I threaten to die to force him back? Just as I hesitated, Castiel hung up. Zombies kept pounding on the door, and the bullets in my pistol kept dwindling. I knew that once the bullets ran out, it would be the end for us. In my panic, I thought of my fiance, Lucian Jay. He was the commander of the Northern Base. He could definitely bring people along to rescue us.

I just watched what Luciano was about to do, I had no idea what was going on. "Left hand or right hand, Ron?" Luciano suddenly asked and pulled out a gun stuck in his waist. I raised an eyebrow at what he did. Ron's eyes widen in shock and he was about to get up but Klen quickly stopped him. "What the fuck? You can't kill me." Ron said firmly but Luciano just smiled at him. He signaled something to Klen, I don't know what is it. Klen grabbed Ron's left hand and spread it on the bed giving Luciano better access to Ron's left hand.

Like another wise man said, "It will take more than killing to kill me." Mike rolled his whole body to the right dodging the stake through an hair inch. As he dodges he immediately gets up... no he just bends his body upwards so he could clearly see what happened. He faces the man who has his weapon stuck into the ground taking this as another chance Mike raises his hand. The man who thought that he broke all of his hands was surprised to see his left hand was completely healed as nothing had happened. Mike swings his hand but he misses his target as his blood just flew out from his hand hitting the man's face. [Facial]

Lucian spoke matter-of-factly, "I injured my right hand, and I can't do anything with it. Someone has to take care of me, right?" "You can use your left hand." "I can't. It’s not my dominant hand." He was trying to provoke her. Calista handed him the medicine, making her intentions very clear. "Practice with your left hand, and you'll get better." "Show me how you use your left hand first." Lucian tilted his head and swallowed hard. "I want to take a bath. Come and help me undress." While speaking, he deliberately held up his hand wrapped tightly in front of Calista.