Wrapped Around Her Finger Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her wrists screamed from the tightness of the ropes, but she pushed through the pain, stretching her fingers as far as they could reach. The glass was just out of reach. She tried again. Her fingertips brushed the edge. Again. She gritted her teeth and reached harder, ignoring the burn, the ache, the dizzying pressure in her wrists. Finally— Her fingers closed around it. A shaky breath escaped her. She positioned the shard against the rope, sawing as quietly as possible. Every slice stung as the glass scraped her skin, but she kept going. Strands of rope snapped slowly, painfully, one by one. Sweat dripped down her forehead. She paused whenever she heard footsteps in the hallway, pretending

“I said put this on.” My voice was still calm, but the command laced underneath wasn't optional. She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she reached out. I could see the war in her eyes. She wanted to disobey, to probably break away from my grip and run into the wind. The urge to be rebellious possibly crawled up her spine and I knew for a fact it was taking everything in her to stay put right now. But she did it. She slipped the ring onto her finger, and it was a perfect fit.

I've never met a person as angry at the world as she is. "Did I upset you?" I question, standing back to give her the space she obviously needs. And yet, even though I move, her hips angle toward me, brushing our bodies together as if searching for solace in my touch. "Sure fucking did? Millions? Fucking millions?" She asks, trying to take the rings off her finger. Did I mention I sized down so they didn't slip off?

The door was left ajar with old, rusty hinges, almost as if it was meant for me to stumble upon. I saw her again—the girl who looked just like me, with the same face and hair. She was huddled in the corner, crying softly that soon turned into a loud wail. She had these little black vines wrapped around her hands, all stuck together and squeezed so tight that it seemed like they might just snap in half.

’ Annie thought as she did a happy dance in her head. “Can you put your hair down? I like it better that way. Please?” He asked politely and she nodded to his request. Before she could untie her hair herself, Eric reached for it and slowly released her hair scrunchie, letting her hair loose free. He smiled as he stared at her, satisfied with the way she looked. Eric refused to give back her hair ruffle. Instead, he wore it on his left hand. It was a slender black hair ruffle with silver decorations.

Thank God this place is far from city otherwise God knows what type of scene must me created. She kneal down and took something on her finger " Yes , She is still breathing. We need to do the surgery now . We have to cure her" She said while panicking My eyes fell on her finger And . . . . . . Their is an ant on her finger . I think I stepped on this ant I can understand Its the effect of spiked drink

She didn't think, it would be that easy to entertain the thought of running away from him now. He took her hand and removed the gauze from it, revealing her hand. Her ring finger had now healed a little and the ring of blood had now turned blue from the sides. She couldn't find it in herself to snatch her hand back when it was in his hold. It only shook. He placed a kiss on her hand and she closed her eyes, tightly. In loathe and in contempt. And she felt a metal piece around it making her open her eyes, quickly. Only to realize, she was wearing the same ring she had thrown away.

He remarked and grabbed her wrist. She trembled expecting to experience his brute strength. So surprisingly his firm grip around her wrist was tender that she halted her struggle to break free. She watched him raise her hand in midair. Briefly, a symbol of a circle glowed gold on her palm, burning her skin a bit in the process. Vague memories become lucid. She recalls!

Unfortunately she took a step back and my hand missed her. The only thing I could grab though, was her ring finger and I made sure not to let go of that. “What do you think you’re doing!!” I yelled at her as the thunder rumbled in the sky like it owned the place. “...” I didn’t get an answer from her. All she did was look back at me in agony. She looked like a broken little doll just waiting to be thrown away. “Come down, this instant.” I didn’t want to pull her. With only one finger in my grip, there was a high chance she would slip back if she resisted. She was already at the edge and I couldn’t risk it.

She hissed a bit when his strength steadily increased and started hurting her. Finally not able to fight him physically, she flinched open her hand and the man didn't waste a second before slipping the ring back in her finger, Lily was ready to repeat her actions of getting rid of it but he held her hand tightly pulling it near his lips. She gulped when he kissed her ring finger before caressing it with his dainty thumb.