Sudden Dent In Thumbnail Novels & Stories

Maureen gasped, wincing in sudden pain. She doubled over, clutching her forearm with her free hand. Cold sweat broke out across her forehead as the pain made her faint. Damien snapped back to reality and instantly loosened his grip. When he looked down at his own hand, his breath caught in his throat. His palm was covered in fresh blood. In his rush to force her to stay, he had completely forgotten about the raw, open bite marks on her wrist. He had squeezed her injury directly. "I... I will take you to the clinic to wrap that up," Damien stammered, his voice raspy and thick with guilt.

I stumbled forward, catching myself awkwardly on the doorframe. I felt his hand grab my arm quickly to steady me. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry,” I mumbled, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Ethan’s gaze dropped to my hand. Gently, he caught it before I could hide it. “What happened to your thumb?” I tried to pull it back, but he held on firmly—though not unkindly. “It got injured while I was using the grater,” I admitted. “I’ll go and treat it better now.”

The color of its brown and red under its thin skin competed, which when I squeeze it, it will turn pale and return to its normal color again. I'm curious... and my eyes bugged out when I realized that my thumb slipped inside his lips. My heart thundering inside my chest when I felt his tongue inside his mouth and when his lips closed he sucked my thumb. I hiccupped when I didn't know what to do. I quickly pulled my thumb out of his mouth causing it to sound like a smack that intensified my feeling that I couldn't understand. I don't know what to do except to close my eyes.

She found them depressing. “Sunblock, check. Sunglasses, yeap. Passport here. Bikini, yeasss. Sandals…” Suzanne suddenly stopped. A scorching pain shot up from her right palm and she bit her lips to stop herself from screaming. Damnit. Stop it. What is wrong with me? she thought as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She clenched her fist and cradled her arm, waiting for the pain to subside. It felt like an eternity before the pain finally ebbed away. Suzanne sucked in a deep breath and slowly unclenched her fist, revealing temporary red marks and indents from where her nails had dug into her palm earlier on. But Suzanne’s gaze was not on the red marks, it was on the black spot that had f

This is just an arrogant guy messing with a girl trying very hard to stay calm. We tried four dresses but Thane still found something wrong with each one. By the fifth round, I was already exhausted and irritated. I yanked the zipper up harder than I should have. “Aw!” I gasped. A sharp pain shot through my thumb. “Rachel!” I heard Thane’s voice, but I didn’t answer. I looked down at my slightly bleeding thumb. “I’m coming in,” he said… and before I could stop him, he already barged inside.

I matched Margaret's pace and let her lead on the routine cases while I hung back and waited for anything that needed more than standard treatment. It didn't take long. A young warrior named Tessa had been limping for two weeks on what Margaret had diagnosed as a deep bruise. I crouched beside her and pressed both hands against her calf and closed my eyes. The Silvermoon sense mapped the injury in seconds: a hairline fracture in the fibula, healing at a crooked angle that would have left her with a permanent limp if nobody caught it. "Hold still," I told her. "This is going to feel warm."

But he won’t because he’s not interested in anyone except himself. 'That is his image if he will keep his mouth shut,' Maxine agreed with his own idea with a nod. Instead of calling him, she crossed her arms and continued to watch from the side. Dwight gripped a double-edge blade with his dominant hand. With the handle pointing away from his body, he grasped the tip of the knife so the tip of his thumb is one side of the blade while the tips of his fingers, except the pinky, are on the side; thereby pinching it without pressing against the sharpened edge.

“You’ll never see me again if that’s what you want!” When the front door slammed closed, shaking the apartment walls, Emily closed her eyes and sank down onto the floor. She didn’t cry. She was too wrung out to cry. She began to collect the pieces of the mug, placing them on top of a towel that had been left on Josh’s floor. When she picked up a large piece, she didn’t realize that one side was as sharp as a thorn. It cut her thumb with ease. She hissed in a pained breath as blood welled behind her thumb’s knuckle.

The display flickered out into absolute darkness as the internal circuitry shorted out in a spray of tiny sparks. Julian let out a sharp, agonized shriek, his body collapsing over the desk as he clutched his right hand against his chest. The impact had completely shattered the delicate bones of his knuckles, blood instantly seeping through his fingers, staining the dark wood beneath him as the true silence of his total ruin filled the room.

Abby said sweetly, "We're friends, so of course I'm going to help whenever I can! My dad happened to be free that day, so I invited him along!" As they were talking, Abby's phone rang. After she answered the call, the other person said something that made Abby very happy. "That's great. Thank you, doctor. Let it rest for a few more days, and I'll come to pick it up." After hanging up the phone, Abby took the initiative to tell Sage that Thorn was injured. A few days ago, Thorn fell off the roof. It broke its front leg and also lost a tooth. The vet had checked for internal injuries and had bandaged the injured leg.