Wrong Turn 3 Fingers Novels & Stories

His body shakes. I lean down, voice low. “I’ll ask one more time. Which hand did you use?” His breath shudders. He clenches his jaw, stubborn even now. “You're not even close. What the hell is your problem?” “Did she forget to mention that she's my wife?” I ask sarcastically. So I grab his fingers—one by one—and start bending them back. Slowly. The first pop makes him choke. The second makes him break. “Left! It was my left!”

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.

The door handle turns. Fuck.

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. ________________________________________________________________________________

It instantly caused my ears to ring. The rage that I had held down for so long though refused to allow him to kill me now that I had a way out. Using the palm of my hand I stuck his throat, which caused him to lose his breath. I quickly used this moment while he was distracted to buck him to the side causing him to lose his balance and topple off me. I sprang to my feet and swiped up my phone as I started running again to my car.

RING, RING, RING--one's phone blares. "Ugh!", fuzzy slippers exclaims, "Turn that shit off!", she throws a pillow at hot pink party dress. She misses--in fact the pillow flies the opposite direction. "I'm getting a phone call", hot pink party dress replies, "A foreign concept to you, of course", she mutters. Fuzzy slippers replies with a special finger. "Take it into the other room, Tiana!", she throws another pillow, and this time it lands properly. "So last night was definitely not my finest...", she trails off, entering a different sitting area.