Novel & Cerita She Said Look Ma No Hands

Long enough that the blood from her t-shirt started to drip onto my rug. Then I finally spoke. My voice was low. Calm. The kind of calm that comes before a storm. “Look at me.” She didn’t move at first. Her whole body went still, like she was afraid to breathe. I waited one more second. Then I said it again. Slower. “I said. Look. At me.” She shook. Just once. A full body shake she couldn’t control. Then, slowly, she lifted her head. She raised one hand, and her fingers were bloody. She pushed her hair back from her face. It stuck to her cheek because of the blood.

She had brown eyes, but they glowed with their own light too, like she had a fire behind them, illuminating them and making them almost a golden color. Her very presence commanded your undivided attention and it felt impossible to take your eyes off her. She spoke to my parents then glanced over at me and shook her head. I furrowed my brow when she strode towards me while rubbing her hands together and chanting. Her eyes closed when she reached me and my own gaze fell onto her hands. She was rubbing her hands back and forth at a tremendous speed and as she began to pull them apart, I could see orange electrical charges that were as bright as fire. The further apart her hands got from one ano

I thought she was beautiful with makeup but without makeup she was angelic. ‎ ‎“Porsha look at me,” I commanded, my tone low. ‎She shoke her head, reluctant. “I don't want to. Put some clothes on first.” She said, making me chuckle. ‎I circled her, taking a stand infront of her. I grabbed her hand, placing it firmly on my chest. ‎“What is that?" She asked, trying to pull her hand away from my chest but I stopped her. Holding her hand firmly to my chest.

If looks could kill, she would have long murdered him. “Get your hands off of me!” She shouted, shaking her head wildly. She looked away when he finally let go of her hand, brushed her dress and her arm where he had been holding her. “Don’t you dare lay your hands on me again!” She yelled at him, giving him a deadly look. She had never felt so infuriated in her life.

she asked finally, she knows the answer but she asked me every time I leave. “Home. You should come with me. I told mama about you; she will be very happy to see you.” I chirruped. Her face falls immediately at the mention of mama. She looked sad. “Come here.” She signalled me and without hesitation I stand in front of her. She started moving her hands magically and a blue-white light started forming at the back of her hands. I looked at her hands in absolute awe, she was marvellously spinning her hands in air glowing in the dark.

How would she correct the impression? Moreover, she slapped him. He had never raised his hand on her. He did threaten but he never followed through with his threat. She raised her hand first and slapped him. Yet, he was restrained enough to retaliate by slapping her bum instead of her face. She tentatively laid her hand on her sit spot. It was smarting and she was still heavy with regret. She winced at the ache and prayed for the sting to die down. She stayed there buried in cycles of the same thoughts about everything leading up to the present moment.

How could they not be shocked? Mom was the first to react. She looked at me sadly and asked, "Have you decided to abandon us, Wendy?" However, Connor was filled with disbelief. He snorted, "Aren't you just trying to grab our attention by doing this, Wendy? You'd better tone it down. Don't end up regretting it when things go too far and start crying to come back." I looked at him without much emotion. "That won't happen. I won't be coming back here anymore."

she finally yelled out loud He pulled his hand away, she looked at her trembling palms which were swollen and red, the medicine was evenly spread all across her hands, she looked up at him in anger "I do not have to wait to touch or see my woman, neither do I have to resort to cheap tactics to make you strip for me, so in future, never ever compare me to any other jokers you may have met in the name of men," His stare literally pierced her eyes and she fluttered her lashes to escape the heat of it

“I don’t knоw, Blаkе. I dоn’t knоw you. I thought I did оnсе, but I don’t.” Shе lооkѕ close to tears. When I рut mу hаndѕ оn her ѕhоuldеrѕ tо саlm hеr dоwn, ѕhе ѕhаkеѕ mе оff. “Dоn’t touch mе!”

She said, brushing off her hands. “Then let’s get to work.”