Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch. Nathan groaned, clutching his face as he tried to push himself up. There was blood dripping from his lower lip. Coral stood frozen, her face drained of color. Favian looked down at Nathan, his expression cold and unyielding. “Be rude to her again,” Favian growled, “and you won’t be getting back up.”

I rubbed the metal ball even faster and Klaus fiddled with the clips, causing the pain and pleasure to combine and Scarlett's moans echoed louder and louder as she tried to move her waist as best she could. Klaus finally stopped playing with the clips and slipped his index and middle finger into her pussy, soaking them in her fluids, and then, without warning, penetrated her puckered hole. He was scissoring his fingers to relax her entrance. Scarlett's moans were now joined by the wet sounds caused by his fingers moving in and out of her.

His eyes shot back open and he panted, “No, Evie, please. You can tell me, if you’re comfortable. I want to know what that bastard’s been doing.” His fingers wrapped around mine, much colder in temperature. I ran my fingers over his swollen knuckles, which had begun to scab where the skin was torn. I fought the urge to kiss each individually, as if it would provide some sort of magic touch.

He turned to face my direction as soon as he heard my footsteps, his scowl deepened even further at my nearing presence. I got to him, picking up his injured hand. Now that I was closer, I saw that he had busted knuckles too. They were freshly bruised and stained with blood, definitely indicating that he had either gotten into a fight or punched something hard. "It's bleeding. You have a splinter." I pointed out and he looked down on it, showing no reaction whatsoever. "Your knuckles are also bruised, did you fight?" He didn't say anything and instead flicked his hand away from mine. All he did was wipe away the dripping blood with his other palm and went back to smoking.

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”

Only mine. *********************

"It just....happens." "What is in your hand?" "Mud." I look at my dirty hands. "No, your knuckles." He slowly takes my right hand, tracing the faint scars in the knuckles. From yesterday. "What are you doing?" I frown slightly. "You punched something earlier. Glass, right?" He tells, examining carefully. I shrug, "They don't long last." "Oh," he laughs. "The puncher girl." "I know you don't know me. But I do know you." He speaks as a matter of fact.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 29✨ . ✨Semi-Finale✨ . 🔞🔞🔞 😎Reece😎 She land back on the bed with as I laid on top of her staring into her beautiful eyes.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Jared Richardson, the legal director, adjusted his glasses, pulled a damage assessment report stamped with an official seal from his briefcase, and threw it straight at Dexter's face. Jared said, "Read it carefully. One scratch costs 120 thousand dollars. Based on the complete surveillance footage we obtained, you caused a total of five scratches. Add to that the two custom puncture-resistant tires you slashed, the soundproof glass you shattered, and all the other damage—" Jared looked at him and stated the final amount, "The total compensation comes to 4.12 million dollars." Dexter snapped his head up and stared at me. The arrogance and smugness in his eyes had completely vanished. All that