Wrong Turn 3 Fingers Novels & Stories

"Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Please." "Keep counting." "Twenty-nine. Thirty. I'm close. I'm so close." I was right at the edge and about to break. "What number?" "Sixty-eight! I'm at..." He stopped and pulled his fingers out completely. "You lost count. It was sixty-seven." "No, I... please, I..." "Start over." The devastation and frustration and desperate need washed over me. He's gonna start with one finger till he gets to four. Then at five, his thumb on my clit.

Once I was back in the car, a healer from our entourage came over to tend to us. The good news was that the cut had not been tainted with wolfsbane. It only needed a quick cleaning, and we were good to go. The bonding ceremony went off without a hitch. Iris got the boot, and I heard that the High King's enforcers gave him a week-long time-out to think about what he had done.

I clenched my jaw as I shook my head. I didn’t think twice as I slammed the tenderizer down, shattering his index finger, followed swiftly by his ring finger. His left hand was now a mess of mangled fingers. Why did I start with his left hand? Because I know he’s a leftie. I know he’ll recover, and I might have to heal him, though I’m not inclined to. I want him to suffer without the use of his dominant hand.

He continues, going from the thumb of his left hand all the way to his little finger for five, then the little finger of his right hand for six, all the way to his right thumb for ten. “Let’s say you want to work out what four nines are,” he says. “Fold your fourth finger down.” He bends his ring finger and looks along the line. “Fourth finger,” he corrects the girl next to him, tapping them. “One, two, three, four.” He folds it down for her, and she giggles. “The fingers on the left of the folded down one are tens. The fingers on the right of the folded down one are units. So how many tens do you have?” “Three…” They all say doubtfully.

I cracked my fingers in anticipation. About to turn around, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my neck. Ow! What was that? I hissed out touching my neck. What? My fingers felt against something as I backed up in confusion only to stumble into something or someone! I yelped, turning around to look but they were quick to restrain and muffled me. They hit my head with the counter as I immediately felt liquid gushing out from there. Blood! Panic fired through me as I wriggled against them trying to put up a fight but I felt weak slowly, I leaned into their hold.

After ten breaths passed, Liam suddenly moved just as Jimmy was about to mock. He lightly lifted his index finger, forming an arch shape, then struck down on Julian's wrist! Liam seemed gentle, but in that instant, a buzz seemed to scatter invisible sound waves everywhere! After the index finger came down, it was the middle finger and, finally, the ring finger! Up, middle, down! Three parts, nine beats! Liam's three fingers continuously struck Julian's wrist at a very strange frequency.

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

I frowned and said, "Do you see this? Do you see what a conniving woman she is?" Patrick looked at me, clearly in doubt. I feigned anger and threw the phone into his lap. "I can handle whatever nasty things she's trying to pull off, but I won't deal with people slandering me! You're such a jerk, Patrick!" I flushed with anger, appearing livid. When Patrick saw that, he quickly hugged me. "Honey, I was wrong! This is all because of me. I promise this will never happen again!" After that day, we negotiated with Lucille for another three days. She threatened to expose Patrick, so I got him to keep her under control by acknowledging the baby.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

After being asked such a direct question, I didn't know what to say for a moment. I replied randomly, "It's just a tumor on my thigh. Just bear with it and focus on driving." After Alice settled herself, I held both her hands on the steering wheel. I taught her patiently. "Hold the wheel steady. Eyes forward. Left foot on the clutch. Right foot on the brake. Slowly release the clutch and find the half-engagement point." This time, Alice was very careful. She had already failed four times and didn't dare make another mistake.