The Big Toe Mga Nobela at Kwento

How could just any man appear and decide to heartbreak her? He wiped away her tears and looked into her eyes. “Becky, do you believe in Big Brother?“ he asked, pitifully. Becky nodded her head. “Big Brother is the only person that loves me. I trust Big Brother…” she said while trembling. Tom nodded and hugged her tightly. “Big Brother is going to fight for your rights, okay? This is not going to end just like this. Let us go home, okay?“ … When Dave returned home, it was almost dinner time. He rushed straight to his room to clean up. And when he came out, I could not help but smile. “Did something good happen?“ I asked curiously.

The next day, Paul and Peter were sitting in their office, staring at Logan, their best friend and trusted Beta. Logan looked at them as if they had gone mad. The connection between the twins and Logan was deep; they had been inseparable since childhood, and the strong bond between them had been evident from an early age. All three were the same age, twenty-six, but Logan was black, with a muscular, well-defined body and intense green eyes. Logan's wolf was called Teo.

I was currently locked in a huge room. I was screaming my ass off and hurling myself at the door and it wouldn't fucking budge. It was starting to piss me off. So I decided to kick the door. Which wasn't a good idea. 'Cause my toe went double and it wasn't standing straight anymore. And it hurts like a bitch. To draw a picture for you, my right big toe was currently pointing to the left and it felt like it was being ripped off. I was lying on the floor, holding my foot, crying like a baby and screaming like a banshee.

And I would -- SHING! My fearful thoughts were disrupted with a screeching sound coming from the metal blade, and a shrill-piercing scream coming from me followed, as an excruciating and agonizing pain encompassed around my core. I opened my eyes and turned my gaze on the painful thing on my body, and realized that my big toe has been slashed away. I horribly reverted my gaze to the silhouette and realized that he was holding my big toe in his finger, as my blood was rushing out.

Since he wasn't going to tell me what the issue was, I decided to talk about the reason for my visit. Clearing my throat, I began drumming my fingers against the table until he had his whole attention on me. “How many toes do you have?” I asked, staring right into his eyes. The way he squinted at my question showed that he wasn't expecting it. “Five… why?” He finally replied, raising his brow at me. Ignoring him, I turned towards Richard, asking the same question and his answer was just the same as that of Alpha Baron. “Those who have six are considered abnormal and at the hospital, it is always chopped off. Why are you asking?” Richard asked.