Netero Middle Finger Novels & Stories

he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “Hold me too! Hold me too! I’m scared too,” Chloe chirps, her small hand reaching through the gap between our seats when I look back. Nero and I exchange a warm smile as he shifts our joined hands back toward the rear of the console. He stretches his fingers out, and Chloe’s tiny hand lands right on top of his knuckles, her fingers curling around his thumb while he continues to pin my palm to the leather.

“Use your right index finger.” Her mind raced, questions clawing for attention, but fear snuffed them out. Survival instinct took over. Get out. Now. She extended her right index finger, hesitating only a moment before pressing it against the cold, unyielding sensor. A soft beep signaled compliance, and the locks disengaged with an audible click that was almost a relief.

Quil happily grabbed and stuffed foods inside his mouth, as if the lifeless look in his eyes while reading a couple of minutes ago was never there. “Naster, what did you find?” “Hmm, all I know is that it is related to numbers. Ten toes, two fingers, and a body separated from the head could possibly be about threatening us with how far they planned to do if we don’t agree to whatever they want from us.” Naster explained as he looked at the almost empty glass of water before him. There is only one-fourth of the water left. He sat there like a statue for a couple of minutes till his face brightened in delight. He rushed towards the pile of books lying on the floor and excitedly showed everyone

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Nevena stared at his tiny outstretched hand. It was ridiculous; she was the adult here. But her palm still slid into his, fingers trembling. “See?” Junior grinned. “Easy-peasy.” “Just focus on the stairs,” she muttered, clinging to the rail with her other hand.

I called out without turning back and my middle finger trumpeting up at him behind me. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

Nero transforms into a huge panther and using his tail, he handed the wand back to Diether. "SIKOSE ME" Right after he utters his chant, his body shoots upward as if a rocket abruptly taking off and he landed a few meters away from the quicksand. But his landing was not that smooth as he landed awkwardly resembling a plane that loses its control and needed an emergency landing His fallen figure left a deep depression on the ground. When he got up, he dusted his pants surreptitiously. Trying hard to maintain a dashing aura. "Ohh yeah, hi there..."

My eyes dropped briefly to his leg. Expensive sneakers. Nothing random about him. I stepped right in front of him. Close enough to feel that unsettling calm. “What do you want from me?” I demanded. My voice steady. But my pulse wasn’t. “Who are you?” He kept silent, he didn't move. Didn’t answer. Just stood there, looking at me through those dark lenses. And somehow…That felt worse than anything he could have said. Suddenly he raised his middle finger at me. His nails were filled with callus. Like he held a scalpel or a gun all his life.

Without thinking, my hand shot up, my middle finger snapping out in a swift, furious gesture. My eyes locked with his, and I mouthed the words ‘fuck you’, letting him see just how much he had managed to rile me. Chris didn’t even flinch. His grin just got wider. Slowly and deliberately, he brought his own hand up. He made a circle with the thumb and index finger of one hand. Then he pushed the middle finger of his other hand through it, over and over, in a crude, mocking gesture. His eyes never left mine, the message clear and ugly.

"Don't try to become a Toko girl. You are very unique. You were not made to blend in here. You were brought to shine off. Can't you even see your skin colour, how can you blend in?" I laughed. "I'm serious. If they find you weird or different it's okay. I like your soft hair, your beautiful eyes and your soft hands." He took my hands in his and examined them. "Thank you." "What's this?" He asked holding the middle finger on my left hand close to his eyes. "What?" I looked at my middle finger and at the bottom of the finger at the back of the hand my skin was lighter than the rest of the hand. The lighter colour shaped thin around my middle finger.