Sudden Dent In Thumbnail Novels & Stories

Amidst the uncertainty of everything, they choose to remain calm and sobber. After dinner, the two of them decided to rest early. At the middle of the night. Des felt something had bitten her. “ouch what was that”, she exclaimed. “what happened?”, Lt. Dan immediately rescued. He grabbed his emergency light and checked Des. He saw a red dot on her Achilles hill. “oh God, something bitten you”, he commented. “get up let me check the area”, Lt. Dan added. He checked carefully but find nothing. “negative, is it painful?”, he asked.

I put my bag down and started hammering nails into the floorboards, making sure they were secure. Nail after nail, one after another. I must have been at it for hours. I swing my hammer when I see something out of the corner of my eye. The next thing I knew, I was screaming out in pain as I hit my thumb with my hammer. I am sucking my thumb, trying to reduce the pain I have just inflicted on myself when a wolf charges through the door, growling. Practically causing me to have a heart attack. I go to reach for my hammer to defend myself, but thankfully it’s just Cooper.

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.

he asked, his golden eyes locking onto mine, surprisingly soft despite the tension rolling off him. "Go ahead," I muttered, looking away toward the wall. Dante gently took my forearm in his left hand, holding my elbow steady, while his right thumb brushed lightly over the outer bone of my wrist. I winced slightly, taking a sharp breath through my teeth. "No fracture," Dante noted softly, his thumb tracing the swollen skin with an agonizingly gentle touch. "The joint took a bad twist, but the bone is intact." "I told you," I grumbled, keeping my eyes fixed on a poster of the human skeletal system across the room. "Luca didn't do it on purpose. I stiffened up."

The cuffs around my wrists had been loosened—a mistake. Matteo had seen how uncomfortable they made me and had loosened them. I waited. Counted the seconds. Listened for movement outside the door. When I was certain no one was nearby, I acted. Biting down hard on my lip, I counted down from ten before jerking my thumb out of place—dislocating it with a sharp, sickening pop. Pain exploded up my arm, but I swallowed the scream, breathing through my nose. Tears burned in my eyes, sliding down my face as I struggled to keep quiet.

Before I could even process what was happening, Dante was on the floor. One second his fingers were digging into my chin, the next Zayden’s fist connected with Dante’s jaw in a sickening crack that echoed through the room. Dante staggered back, crashing into my desk, papers scattering like startled birds. Blood bloomed instantly at the corner of his mouth. I stumbled away, hand flying to my throbbing jaw, heart slamming against my ribs. Zayden didn’t stop there.

"Well, I do!" Before Noah could raise the iron mortar again, Francis reached across the counter. Noah flinched, bracing for a strike, but Francis didn't grab him. Instead, Francis’s large, calloused hand gently cupped the back of Noah's neck, forcing him to duck down just as a sharp, ozone-scented pop echoed through the room.

“Nothing. I’m just looking around.” As he spoke, Thomas looked at the socket under the television. He crouched down and looked closely. This socket was facing the bed. On the surface, it seemed that there was no problem at all, but Thomas keenly noticed a fingernail-sized square dent in the upper left corner of the socket. It seemed that that part could be turned. Thomas picked up a toothpick and fiddled with it. Then, he smiled. “What are you doing? It’s dangerous to poke the socket with a toothpick. Be careful of electric shocks.”

His stern face was set like granite as he observed the crowd's displeasure rising like a relentless tide. It was then Denton caught me, jumping onto my back and almost getting to my throat before I threw him to the floor, making sure my claws went all the way down his freshly healed back as he screamed in pain. I felt my shoulder burn where he caught me, bearable but not good.

However, she never expected to encounter this situation. The wooden chopsticks in her hand snapped instantly. The sharp and rough wooden splinter plunged into her thumbnail, penetrating quite deep. The skin near her thumb had started to ooze a little blood. The pain drained the color from her face. She closed her eyes, pulled the splinter out, but probably due to her trembling hands, only half of it came out. The other half remained lodged in her flesh, causing a lingering, throbbing pain. "We will get divorced in two years."