Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

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.

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

] As I mulled it over, the anonymous user dumped the full transplant list in the comments. [Here's the five-day transplant list. Crowdsource it and find the guy.] "One hour and thirty minutes left," I declared. "Get moving and find Lauren's kidneys."

Quickly, I flipped onto my hands and knees. With a swift recovery, I retaliated. My fist connected with Klaus’s cheekbone with a resounding crack. I felt his bone shatter under my knuckles and saw his blood spurt from his mouth. “Nice one, brother, but not good enough.” He spat more blood onto the floor as he came at me again, this time with newfound hatred and fury. He kicked me a few times, but I managed to throw him off balance. Before he could regain his footing, I seized the opportunity to grab his arm and twist it backward until it popped out of its socket.

I grit my teeth and let it, because if pain is the toll, I will go bankrupt. I feel the shrapnel in my head. A puckered resistance under the cloth, a skew of metal lodged where no metal should be. I swallow bile, slide two fingers under the packing, and dig. When I find the edge, I hook it and pull. The thing that comes free is twisted and mean, a shard from whatever detonated when Holt’s men got cute. It scrapes my knuckles on the way out. Blood follows in a hot wash, and my vision sways. I want to pass out. It’ll have to wait.

ALEX’S POV ‼️‼️‼️Warning!!!!!! Skip it if you can't handle torture!!! ‼️‼️‼️ The pliers slipped from my blood-slick fingers and clattered to the concrete. Kanye’s scream turned into a wet, choking gurgle. The sixth fingernail lay on the floor like a tiny pink seashell. I stared at it for a second, detached, the way you stare at something you’ve seen in a nightmare and can’t quite believe is real when you wake up.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.