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.

💔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.

I struggled and thrashed under his grip, bloodthirsty and gunning for Zayne and Marcus Novak. I clawed tracks down his back, hardly noticing my sharpened nails had returned to normal. That inability to hurt the twin’s, it was instinctual. Neither Thalia or I could cause the twin’s actual harm, and my retracting claws proved that. Where my claws would have shredded Kade’s skin, my human nails left aching welts that made his cock harden and his chest rumble.

He wiped the blood off his lips after cracking his knuckles. That was the second mistake: cracking his knuckles. Kai saw that as a preparation for battle. He lurched forward, baring his elongated fangs, and swiped hard across Dallan's face. The impact bit deep into Dallan's cheek, scraping off a huge chunk of flesh. Kai was at his former position in no time. The injury on Dallan's cheek closed up as fast as his anger for Kai. "When did your nails get so sharp?" Dallan murmured while massaging his healed cheek. He sighed and moved toward Kai who was still in battle stance.

‘You won’t touch a hair on her head,’ I snarl at Kris. Kris grins at me and begins taking the little hammer to my joints, breaking each one with frightening accuracy. This is his art. “I’ll be touching more than the hair on her head,” Kris says as my knee snaps at an odd angle. “Do they have hair down there? I suppose you’d know better than anyone. Does the carpet match the drapes?” I growl a warning in my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Kris begins humming to himself as he breaks my knuckles one by one. I’ve lost the ability to comprehend the pain and wheeze with every snap of a bone.

It doesn't matter which world I am in, the struggles will be the same, but I was never the person to accept my defeat until my mind says that I lost. I got up tearing the curtain cloth which was wrapped around me, and untie my hands from that loose grip of the piece of cloth that was tied on them. As I freed myself, I peeped around to find something useful but that place was like a stable, with nothing but broken wood planks, ropes, and dry grass everywhere. When I moved further, I found some scrap clothes piled up in a corner, jerking them off to remove any harmful insects, I took them to the beam of the light to see if they can help me get changed.

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.