Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Fingers Broken

He cried as he ripped his hand free of mine. Marco turned around. He looked at Zack like he was crazy. “What are you bitching about?” “She broke my finger!” He held it out. His pointer finger was at a 90-degree angle. Marco looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “He poked me. I don’t like being poked.” Shrugged, I held my breath to see just how this will play out. “Fix it and man up.” Marco rolled his eyes, but I swear he was smiling when he turned back around.

His eyes locked on the wall in front of him. "Very well, the hard way it is." I grabbed his hand and bent back his index finger, letting out a laugh as I heard the bone snap. Christopher clenched his teeth tighter as he fought the urge to yell out. I grabbed his middle finger doing the same thing, then the next, and then the next until they were all broken. His brow was starting to sweat, and his hands were beginning to shake as he tried to hold his ground.

Twister's fingers trailed across Harin's, delicate as a feather, sending a shiver down his spine, a frisson of anticipation that mingled with a strange, underlying unease. Then, the world shattered. In a swift, brutal movement, Twister seized Harin's middle finger, the gentle touch replaced by an iron grip. A sharp, sickening crack echoed through the room, the sound of bone breaking, of trust betrayed. Harin was jolted back to reality, the dreamlike haze dissipating, replaced by the searing agony of shattered bone. He stared down at his hand, his middle finger dangling at an unnatural angle, a grotesque parody of its former self.

The slap broke the cheek bones of Zeus and the guy slumped to the ground with all his bones dislocated and his clothes torn. He fell to the back "ô dàbô(bye bye)" Sango said with an evil chuckle and raised his axe to behead Rotimi. Suddenly a lion face imprint tattoed itself on the right side of Rotimi's back. It glowed blue and Rotimi's body flowed with vast amount of lightning. As the axe landed on his neck, bone dislocation sounds were heard. "Haaa" Sango screamed in pain as his bones dislocated, his joints got loose and his hands went red and numb.

" No.. Please " Lucas gestured to his bodyguards and they held the man. Lucas grabbed his right hand and touched it with the dragger. " You shouldn't have done it. Now look, I have to get my hands dirty. " He smiled. His smile sent chills down his spine. Pearl shivered. She now knew what he was about to do. She stumbled back. Lucas raised the dagger and started cutting his finger one by one. " Aaah! " " Aaaah! "

Liam must've burnt him pretty bad. Below the patch, his cheekbone is sunken as if it's shattered and poorly healed. His nose is crooked, slightly twisted to one side. I can see his deformed right hand hanging limply at his side, the fingers curled into a claw-like shape, with no sign of life.

Marcus' pov Saturday 21st December 2019 ************************************* I'm finally going home today. The doctors are happy enough that I won't try to kill myself if I go home. Nathan and Cole won't leave me alone anymore anyways, so they don't have to worry. My hands are still shaking and I still can't pick up heavy things but the physiotherapist is happy with my exercises. I have to touch my thumb to each of my fingers but I find even that difficult. I know what I want my hands to do but they just don't listen fast enough or strong enough. I keep getting frustrated but Nathan or Cole would calm me down and manually move my fingers like Jamal said to do.

I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall. I sag to the floor, screaming into my hands as I break down. I hear my mum fussing and Freya trying to calm me, but I don’t register their words as I scream out all my pain and frustration. Strong arms scoop me up and hold me close. I know it’s Axel without looking. I sense my guys closing in around us, lending me their strength and reassuring me. “Josie, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down,” Deacon’s steady voice floats into my mind.

I'd ruined my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent. For three years, I couldn't create. And I just found out it was all a trap—one he'd set for me, to protect his true love, Sophia. "The procedure was a success. Mrs. Torrino's nerve damage has almost fully healed." Leaning against the cool hallway wall outside my husband’s study, I heard the voice of our private physician, Dr. Martinez. My heart hammered against my ribs. Three years.

"Your fingers look nice." I looked at him in terror. He smiled wickedly. "What a shame." Without warning, he bent one of my fingers back until it snapped with a sickening crack. My shrill scream echoed through the room. My index finger bent at a strange angle, and the intense pain made my vision go dark. "That's just one," Mason said casually. "If you don't behave, I'll break all ten." My whole body shook from the pain, and my face was covered in tears and snot.