Ready Or Not Twisted Nerve Novels & Stories

Nothing Tony had done to him actually hurt, but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't scare him. "W-what the-," he began with a stutter. "Haha, it'll go back to normal in a minute. What I did there was stimulate the motor nerve that runs down yer arm. If enough external force is provided to the points I showed you, it over-stimulates that nerve. Basically, I short-circuited yer arm. Too much stimulation and the slight inflammation clogs up the signal channels from the brain to the arm, so the brain's commands to move can't get through. The force causes just enough inflammation to gum up the works for a minute, so it blocks the brain's commands even further. C'mon, you know how to fix it," Tony

Tiffany starts to shake terrified. “I… I… uhhh.. thought you would be happy to see me. I.. missed… you.” She stutters out. “I…. miss.. us.” I dropped her hands and grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall as I held her up. Her feet dangling in the air.

Nice to see I'm setting trends but at least give me credit for it. Three years in, and she was still stuck at the bottom because of her petty behavior. Tobias's room was unlocked when I knocked, suggesting he might be waiting for me. I opened the door quietly, momentarily stunned as my blue eyes met his piercing grey ones. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. I could have blamed it on the liquor, but he was a well-crafted specimen: neatly trimmed beard, dark curly hair, chiseled jawline, and long lashes fluttering at me as I quickly switched to work mode.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

He says trying to get my attention back. "Yes?" I ask absently. "Are you hurt?" He asks caringly as he massages my wrists. "What?......um...ya...I-I mean no" I mumble shaking my head. "Wait, what did you say??" I ask, looking up at him like a lost puppy, my dark eyes silently questioning his. "Let me check if you have a concussion" he says worriedly, shoving one of his fingers in my face before telling me to follow it with my eyes.

He reached across the space between us and put a hand to the nape of my neck where it seemed every nerve in my body had gathered to welcome his touch. "Feel the way all your nerve endings come alive? How your breath quickens and your heart races?Feel the way a part of you is yearning for a good life" God he's good. Straight access to my brain. Is he some kind of seducer?

Then he fell on the ground kneeling. He didn't make any sound but it was obvious that he was hurting. "I maybe can't make you flinch with my gifted soft feature but I can make you wince without knowing why, be careful."

How should I stay when I know if I choose to be selfish he will surely be dead. I forced to calm my trembling nerves and smiled a little to katana. "You can do this Gahala." She patted me on my shoulder before letting me go inside. I entered at Nihung' home. Nihung was like our mother in this world and she calls the attention of someone who don't follow the rules and did a mistake. "Korodi Nihung" I bend down sign of giving respect. Korodi was a hello/good day in our own dialect.

But in this moment, all he could think about was Ainara. “I miss you too.” “When I get there, let’s have dinner,” he said. “I’ll come up with an excuse.” “Promise?” Ainara asked. “Promise,” Andres replied with a grin. But just minutes before reaching the exit, he felt something strange. When he stepped on the brakes, nothing happened. He pressed harder — still nothing. His brow furrowed. “Wait… something’s wrong.” “What is it?” Ainara asked on the other end, suddenly worried.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”