Netero Middle Finger Novels & Stories

It was the middle finger and I would have thought of it as just insignificant if not for the object he was wearing. The spotlights were really bright but even so I still could determine a small greenish flare from Erik’s direction. Curious, I moved my eyes to see what was causing it. My mouth immediately opened after realizing he was wearing the ring (my RING!) in his middle finger. If I’m not mistaken, I think he was flagging the ring clearly for me to see. I couldn’t believe he has my family’s heirloom all these time!

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.

“Alright! If you really crush all nine of your remaining fingers, then I’ll let Nigel go and let you take his place!” She stared at Luna’s hand, her face etched with a despicable grin. “Come on! You know, I have never seen anyone smashing their own fingers with a rock before. You can be the first! But remember, it must be completely crushed. I do have medical knowledge, so don’t you dare try to lie to me.”

His Family, his Home because of an unfortunate take of fate that left Alpha Raymond without his mate. Nero’s hands are now pulled into tight fists. His knuckles showing up in white under the pure strength he is putting into them. He can’t help himself but jump up from his seat as the anger is now taking over. He is trembling as he tries to control himself. Shaking his head in disbelieve.

"Do you understand?" I'm unsurprised when her middle finger comes up.

Lloyd is asking surprisingly. Nicko starts to tell all the things happend to him, also about a punishment as a diciplinary to him. When this young man raise his hand, Phillip Lloyd sees something in his hand accidentally. "Young man, let me see your hand," Mr. Lloyd grab Nicko's left hand. See the a birth mark on his wrist, which is look like a number one shape.

Gilbert's left palm was facing down, his right index finger tapped the palm, making a pause gesture. Mark looked at him with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? Uncle."

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”

I mumbled again. When Adrian noticed Nate's confused look, I prayed that he won't tell Nate what happened but he suddenly circled his left hand and use one finger from the other hand to insert into the circle of his left hand showing a 'Fuck' sign. I was waiting to see the angry look on Nate's gorgeous face but what I saw got me dumbstruck where I stood. He smiled, he fucking smiled. Am I seeing things?

“…creative endings.” The man’s eyes widened. For the first time, true and deep fear crept past the bravado. The facade was finally broken. His lips trembled. He gave him no reprieve. The third finger dropped with a swift motion, and the man’s howl echoed through the concrete. “You’ll run out of fingers long before I run out of patience,” Nero said, his tone conversational, as if they were discussing the weather. He glanced back at Nico. “Don’t you think so?”