Skeleton Hand Holding Novels & Stories

Soren asked me to hold still while he worked through a grounding exercise with me, something about anchoring the witch energy to my own heartbeat so it stopped firing at random, and I was trying to do what he said when his hand covered mine on the table. It was just to correct my position. My fingers had been curling inward when they needed to be flat and open. He reached across and laid his palm over the back of my hand to show me the difference and the moment his skin made contact with mine the room disappeared.

"Okay, that’s a good idea," I agree, and for the rest of the way, I hold her hand in mine wondering why people do this. It doesn't make sense. It's weird, her little hand is way too weak and tender, if I hold it too hard unconsciously, all her bones would break in seconds and I don't want that. Besides, it doesn't even feel good or anything, it's just stupid. But I guess I have to please my mate so I can have sex later. Maybe that's why people hold hands, to have sex later.

She’s trying to pull her hand away from something that has wrapped around her wrist, it looks eerily like a skeletonized hand. “Guys a little help here!” She screams. We all jump up and run over to her, pulling on her arm to get it out of the grasp of…a hand. Yup, that’s definitely a hand.

Jax’s grip on Alex’s wrist tightened like a vice, fingers digging into the soft skin with enough pressure to promise bruises by morning. The freshman’s pulse thundered wildly beneath that hold, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaotic swirl of fear, shame, and forbidden arousal twisting deep in his gut. At nineteen, Alex had never felt so exposed, so utterly overpowered. The dim emergency lighting in the locker room cast long shadows across Jax’s towering, naked form—every ridge of muscle gleaming with residual water droplets, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as if this encounter was nothing more than another post-practice cooldown.

"Officer, don't listen to that woman's lies. That man was so strong back in the elevator!" She gestured wildly, sobbing as she described the details, "His palms were so rough. His fingers were full of calluses. It hurt so much when the calluses scratched my thighs... and his left hand was especially strong. When it grabbed the back of my neck, I felt like my bones were gonna break! "I fought back desperately and managed to scratch the back of his hand. There must be my fingernail marks on the back of his right hand! That's the proof!"

In silence now, we all stared at the inky area that had swallowed her, and after a moment, she emerged, holding an object. “His physical weakness is an object— this object that I’m holding in my hand.” Artuhla said and I rose up from the stool I was sitting on. Cayden joined me in standing and we both stared at Artuhla as she approached us holding something that looked like a long, sharp… bone? “Uh. That’s a bone.” I pointed out. I had been expecting a mystical, long-forgotten, anciently powerful weapon as the object but instead, she was holding a bone.

"Some kind of best friend you are, hiding all of this from me!" I tensed, both embarrassed and frustrated, and shot Soren a look. "Excuse me? When did you succeed? I don't recall anything like that happening." Soren took a graceful sip of water before replying with an almost shy smile, "Doesn't it count when you didn't pull your hand away as I held it?" "Whoa! You two have already held hands? What else have you done? No… surely you haven't…" Jean's excitement peaked as she puckered her lips and mimed a kiss.

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

He doesn't realize that his spontaneous action is making my heart beat irregularly, not because of the sprint, but because of the way he's holding my hand. This is a genuine hold from Baekhoon, and I can feel it because his grip isn't stiff like it is when we're attending parties. His hand feels warm, and his fingers are slender, almost like a woman's. But I've just realized that even though they're slender, Baekhoon's hands are still bigger than mine.

What is the meaning of this? I stayed silent as he watched sunset while holding me captive in his arms. I looked at his hand which is holding mine, it's literally hiding my whole palm under it. It's too strong for me, he can literally crush my bone with little pressure. But if used wisely then it might save you from anything. It's probably stupid to except safety from these hands, i can't even imagine how many lives these hands have ended. They don't even hesitate before pulling triggers. Suddenly my phone rang which I have placed aside on the sofa. I looked at him so he can let me go.