Trafalgar Law Middle Finger Novels & Stories

He says sarcastically. With a saccharine smile I slowly raise my hand, flipping him my middle finger. He chuckles at my show of spirit before he crosses his arms across his perfectly muscled chest. “Ah.. she's got a feisty side, does she?” He takes his foot and nudges the chain at my feet. “How tough can you be when you're the one that's chained up?” He smirks.

Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his. “So, ‘F’ stands for Friend.” He said flexing my thumb towards the inside of my palm. “Hmhm…” I hummed. “L for Love.” This time he flexed my index finger. “A for affection.” He went to my middle finger. I was watching him quietly as he bent my fingers one by one almost making them a fist. “E denotes Enemy,” he said flexing my pinky after skipping a finger. “What? I am your enemy?” I asked him pouting.

Amused by the boy's stupidity, he lets out a sharp chuckle and responds, "Why wouldn't my claws dare to toss your skin into the mud, boy?" Tahlia sticks his painted chin up high into the air. "Our names have already signed a binding pack contract scroll! So what if my fingers obtained the iron crest card from Franklin’s gear? He is my own cousin! Everything that belongs to his wildland pouch is also the legal property of my manor house under the old laws. Anyway, since our thumbs have pressed ink onto the contract scroll, your old face needs to treat my body with supreme respect. Otherwise, my boots shall quit this entire project right now!" Sam bursts out into a massive, booming roar of pur

This little cutie right here was molded to torment me. An old man like me stuck out my little finger to take an oath stronger than any promise made to a fraternity. “Pink swear.” She locked her finger in mine, sealing my words for life.

He held a spear made of black iron, the tip jagged and wicked. Tristan stepped into the circle. A murmur went through the crowd. In his tattered velvet coat and high boots, he looked ridiculously out of place. He looked like a porcelain doll thrown into a rock tumbler. Elder Ora sat on a stone throne at the edge of the ring. She raised a withered hand. "The Law of Iron is simple," Ora’s voice carried over the wind. "Blood proves truth. Garrick challenges the stranger’s right to stand among us. The stranger claims the blood of Vala. Let the steel decide who is weak."

"Someday, I'll be in need of your help. When that day arrives, remember your debt to me for averting this war." Al Major looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Is something bad going to happen to you?" "I hope not," I whispered back so only he could hear me. "Until then, do not forget your debt." To seal his debt to me, I had Al Major sever his pinky finger. This was a traditional gesture between Mafia Dons when a conflict is resolved. I took Al Major's finger and locked it in a small special box the size of my palm. In time of great need, I'll show him this finger to remind him of his debt.

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

Ara raised her little finger, she invited Raymond to promise that this problem would not happen again. "Okay," Raymond replied. "Where's your little finger, sir?" Ara protested. "Why are you using your little finger, just promise." Ara took the Master's hand, he linked his little finger with the Master's little finger. "This is a promise of the little one, so it is obligatory to keep it like this." The man just shook his head, "You little brat."

Lilianna »»»◈««« His lips hovered just above mine, a promise of what could be. Uncertainty flickered in my mind, unsure of whether to pull back and let it happen... Both of my hands were curled into fists as he held onto my wrists with his strong grip. Slowly, I straightened my middle finger on my left hand. His eyes flicked to my finger, disbelief flashing in them only then did I realize what I had done—I was flipping him the bird. Marco's surprised expression morphed into disbelief, "Seriously?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice. Immediately, I turned down my middle finger and straightened my ring finger, showing him Amy's wedding ring on it. His eyes flicked to the ring, a flicker of r

Well....I tried digging about this gesture and apparently it is very offensive and has been for decades of decades. Apparently The middle finger is the penis and the curled fingers on either side are the testicles. By doing it, you are offering someone a phallic gesture. It is saying, 'this is a phallus' that you're offering to people, which is a very primeval display." Hahahahaha and here I am...been pulling this gesture for years and multiple times without background reasoning of explanation, but surely I'm not the only....some people are still on the act without any single thread of meaning, funny right?😂