Tanjiro's Broken Fingers Novels & Stories

"Sneaking an attack?" Jayden saw Caspian grinning at him. Even though his face was all smiles, Caspian's eyes were covered with a layer of frost. Then, Caspian suddenly stretched out his hand. With an insane speed, he grabbed both of Jayden's fingers, folding and pulling them. Soon, a cracking sound was heard. Jayden's right index and middle fingers were directly broken and pulled out from his palm.

“I am fine.” He shook his head. In his eyes there was a wealth of knowledge that came from years of dealing with me. He gestured at my hand as he said, “You are not fine. Now, come here.” I worked my jaw to quench the rude words that I wanted to spew at him for the way he ordered me but instead I walked to him and sat down in one of the chairs unceremoniously. “Don’t move, I’m coming back.” Mario came back a few minutes later with a first-aid kit. He wiped the blood from my knuckles and the back of my hand. He tsked as he held my fingers. “Your ring finger seems to be broken. I’ll call the doctor to set it.”

Robyn sat beside Chef Jacob the entire time. His left hand had been bandaged up as well as his back and the blisters removed. Luckily the fire had not burnt his face or anywhere else. "Miss Robyn, please go home I will be fine." "And I've told you it's okay. Just rest please." "I forget how stubborn you can get sometimes." "Just rest. Should I call the doctor? Are you in pain?" "No. They gave me painkillers when we got here remember?"

Jasper promised. "Shit, I have to go to the doctor, I think I just broke my fingers," Ryujin complained. I frowned. "What happened to you?" "I punched Captain Draco in the face, but unbelievably, I was the one who got hurt instead of him," Ryujin answered. "Thank you, you just punched. What if you kicked? Well, you're crippled now?" Misha teases Ryujin. I rolled my eyes. Who does he scare? "Coming from you? Before you say that, make sure you don't have a leech attached to you." I said to her and met her gaze. Did he forget how hard-headed I am? Or maybe his memory has been altered.

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

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.

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.

It wasn't easy to remove the feelings built for him even though something bad happened to them in the past. Love is blind, accepting the imperfections yet she left him behind became her choice. Ironic, isn't it? That's why Jaymianne's friends called her an ignoramus because she couldn't let go of her feelings with him…

Today, in my own operating room, I was being framed as a murderer by a security captain, who had only gotten the job through connections. "Let go of me! You're committing a crime!" I struggled, desperately trying to break free from their grip. But just then, a polished leather shoe came down hard on the back of my right hand. It was Luke. He looked down at me with a cruel smile. Then, he slowly put more pressure on my hand. I heard a sickening crunch. The force crushed my finger bones. The searing pain made my vision blur, and I knew that this hand, which I'd held a scalpel with for over a decade, was ruined.

And Win bandaging his hand. "What happened to his hand"? Denzel almost ran to hold his both hands covered in bandage. Win sighed leaving the space for Denzel to sit by Cyrus's head who was laying on his stomach, face in the pillow. He softly placed his face in his lap, while Bright was still working on his back and legs. "Why did you hurt yourself Cyrus"? Denzel said in a helpless tone. He knew Cyrus would be silently crying, considering the wet on his stomach where Cyrus was snuggling.