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The Shattered Hand
my voice thick with an emotion I was still learning to name again.
It was more than gratitude; it was peace.
Just then, the auctioneer announced the most shocking news of the night.
"The centerpiece, Rebirth from the Cocoon, has sold for an incredible five million dollars! The buyer wishes to remain anonymous, but the bid was placed from an IP address originating in… Chicago."
My blood ran cold.
"A buyer from Chicago?"
I gripped Alexander’s hand, my knuckles white.
"Don’t worry," he soothed, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin. "It’s a big city. It’s just a coincidence."
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Medal in Hand: A Stand for Justice
With trembling hands, I placed the Medals of Honor and the official papers into hers.
Giselled stared at the documents bearing her parents' photos, her head lowered in silence.
I knew she was overwhelmed with a grief words could never capture.
She sat clutching the yellowed papers as tears streamed down her face.
It felt as though her heart had been ripped into pieces. The sudden wave of loss and loneliness weighed on her until she could hardly breathe.
When Giselle closed her eyes, beautiful memories of her parents came rushing back.
She remembered Moses holding her hand as they'd strolled through a park. She saw Clara in the kitchen, busy preparing her favorite meals.
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The Dual Luna and Her Twin Mates
~Riya~
The wind carried the scent of burning sage and grief. Funeral drums echoed through the courtyard, deep and hollow, matching the rhythm of the ache in my chest.
Father’s pyre stood tall at the heart of the ceremony, surrounded by white-cloaked elders chanting the rites of farewell. The flames danced higher, licking at the dawn sky like desperate hands reaching for heaven.
I stood at the front, my hands trembling inside my gloves. The gold pendant Father had given me, the one with our family crest, felt heavier than ever around my neck.
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His Heart Begged, His Hands Destroyed
Inside was my mother's emerald bracelet.
It had been repaired. The broken metal had been joined again with fine gold and platinum vines. The cracks were still there, but now they looked like flowers growing from scars.
"I went to a lot of craftsmen," Luca said hoarsely. "It couldn't be restored exactly. But this way makes it stronger."
He handed me the box. "It was your mother's. No matter how much I paid for it, I never should've used it to threaten you."
I took it and brushed my fingers over the gold lines. The familiar weight returned to my palm, and my chest still hurt a little. "Thank you."
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COLLIDE WITH THE HANDSOME DEMON
Cole.
Another scream came, much louder, and my head snapped around as my chest started pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop out of my ribcage. Something appears in front of me, a man screaming in terror. The first one... My hand unconsciously started to move itself toward the man's chest.
"No." My eyes widened as I ripped my hand away, but the man was screaming, the same scream that had always haunted my memory. "Please..." The man screamed again, and my hand shot up to reach my head.
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ICY HANDS OF LOVE
When he saw me, he paused.
“Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard.
Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”
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In the Hands of Monsters
"What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me."
As it was currently the height of summer, I only had a simple short-sleeved shirt underneath my white coat.
However, just the sight of my arm was enough to shock everyone. It was so thin that it was nothing but skin and bones, and it was covered in a network of scars and needle marks.
A young woman gasped in fear before covering her eyes. Others started to show their sympathy, casting suspicious glances at my so-called family.
The Sanders all wore cold expressions, completely indifferent to my wounds and even showing signs of disdain. After all, this wa
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The Requiem's Bride.
He lit another cigarette, curls of smoke circling around him, his voice stern, eyes humorless.
“The Requiem never gives orders without absolute certainty. " He murmured harshly. “The weak do not belong in The Requiem.”
He took another puff in. The strands of smoke curling then disappearing into the air.
" This is a job for Mateo Greco. Send a message to him. "
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The Devil's Handmaiden
One by one, hands were placed over hearts, the old symbol of fealty.
““Are you sure he’s the one who killed your mother?”
“Are you doubting me”,I felt the sting of tears, but I didn’t let them fall.
Instead, I turned toward the altar and placed my hand on the cold, cracked wood. “For every woman who was silenced. For every child who lost a mother. For every innocent soul buried beneath the Blackwood legacy, I swear, we’ll burn it all.”
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She’d vanished like smoke, and left a storm in her wake.
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The Hand is this gripping psychological thriller that lingered in my mind for weeks after I turned the last page. It follows a surgeon named Sir Austin, whose career takes a dark turn when he becomes obsessed with the idea that hands have their own consciousness. The novel spirals into this eerie exploration of obsession, guilt, and the blurred line between genius and madness. What starts as a professional curiosity about surgical precision morphs into something far more unsettling—his experiments cross ethical boundaries, and his grip on reality starts slipping.
What really got under my skin was how the author uses the hand as a metaphor for control—both physical and psychological. Sir Austin’s descent isn’t just about medical horror; it’s about the arrogance of thinking we can master nature (or even our own bodies). The supporting characters, like his skeptical colleague Dr. Ferrier, add layers of tension. By the climax, the story questions whether Sir Austin’s discoveries are groundbreaking or just the ramblings of a man losing his mind. The ambiguity is deliciously unsettling.
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