Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

Two strangers pretending this was normal. I watched his hands as he ate. I'd noticed them the night before, in the study. Scars across his knuckles. Not fresh. Old ones, layered. Some thin and white, some thicker. The kind of hands that had hit things and been hit back. His fingers were long and precise, the way he handled the chopsticks almost elegant. But the damage underneath was hard to miss. "Your hands," I said. He kept eating. Didn't look up. "What about them."

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on my clenched fist. I followed his gaze and noticed a large patch of skin scraped off my knuckles, the blood already dried and congealed, mixed with the cold sweat on my palms, looking gruesome. I must have scraped myself when I fell on the grass, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

The pad of Gunner's thumb was wide and rough. Rough in the specific way that came from years of gripping a stick and throwing punches, calloused and broad, and entirely unlike the careful softness Khyle might have expected from someone tending to an injury. It scraped, just barely, against the small split skin of his lip, a contrast so stark between the size of the touch and the size of what it was touching that Khyle's whole body seemed to recalibrate around it.

My heels clicked softly as I approached, and that’s when I noticed it — His knuckles slammed repeatedly into the wall. A dull, sickening thud. Over and over. Unrelenting. The wall was smeared with blood. My breath hitched. “Drake—” I whispered, but my voice barely left my throat. His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t stop. His fists were already raw, crimson staining his skin. I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, my fingers wrapping around his trembling wrist. His knuckles were hot, slick, shaking beneath my touch.

Raking across our skin. With a snarl, Nova, again, took the opening. Ignoring the sting of the cuts, she grabbed the leg that had scratched us. Grinding down until we felt the bone snap from the force. He tried to pry it free, causing more damage as the bones broke again from the effort. With one more jerk, he pulled away. But it was too late. The limb had been rendered useless.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

I asked, the men looking down, eyes faded with them talking through the mind link. “He is on his way, Luna, the pack hospital is a bit far.” Another man said with me nodding my head. I knew that but they were werewolves for crying out loud, he should run. I paced, deciding I could not wait any longer. I ran to the bathroom, searching for the medical kit to come back with it, literally ripping it apart to take out tweezers. I sterilized them then began picking the pieces of silver that had stuck onto the king’s skin. My other hand was on his shoulder, trying with all I had to heal or do whatever I could. But he could not heal until all the pieces were out. I picked as fast as I could but I co

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

Kaka asked turning back and slowing down his rate of movement. “Just fork and knife at refractory”. Daniel replied with a funny look. “Haha, you are a fool!; I was expecting a serious case not this boy, Kaka replied laughing loud. “Everyone in this citadel steals fork and knife and spoons with cups; in fact, you can’t use a spoon with your name in this school for a week”. Kaka continued. “We have to make a change, we have to be good”. Daniel said to him, taking a walking direction