4 Cut Hero Novels & Stories

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

I had not just cut off his cash flow; I had doused his entire financial empire in gasoline and thrown a match. "He's in the car," Marco murmured, pointing to another feed. We watched Vincent's black sedan pull up a safe distance from the chaos, a predator forced to watch its den be destroyed. I could imagine the feel of the cold leather under his white-knuckled grip, the taste of his own powerlessness like metal in his mouth.

Diego says. "Oh, but you haven't heard the best part! Not only do they cut the petals, but I am in complete control of them too! I can tell them the exact depth and length of the cuts I want, the speed I want them to attack, I can even tell them to cut only certain parts of the body, depending on whether I simply want to interrogate an enemy or kill them. As if a man doesn't want to talk, I can tell that the petals swirl around the lower half of his body and slowly cut into his clothes until he finally cooperates. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

To test how the three of us handled money, our parents gave each of us a supplementary card on the family account with a limit of 150,000 dollars. My sister spent hers on a VIP package at a cosmetic clinic. My brother spent his tipping an influencer streamer to push her up the donor rankings. I was the only one who used mine to front the material costs for a research competition. At the family dinner at the end of the month, our parents paid cash for a Porsche for my brother. "Jasper knows how to invest in connections in the media world. He has a future!" Then they handed my sister a downtown penthouse as part of her dowry. "Isadora has more class every day. Even Lucian Morgan compliments he

“If you guys hadn’t held them off, I wouldn’t have been able to get it done.” “True,” Cutter admitted, adjusting so that he was a bit closer to her. Ru noticed he had a deep cut on the side of his head. He didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore but dried blood stained his hair and had dripped down onto his jacket. “Still, Ru, what you did was nothing short of amazing. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I knew you could. But that didn’t make it any less astounding to watch.”

Now seeing Abel pinned to the ground, Cora shrank back in fear, too scared to speak. I glanced at her and asked, "Aren't you always claiming you and Abel are true love? Why are you hiding in the corner when he's in trouble?" Hearing me mock Cora, Abel immediately shouted, "Aspen, if you have something to say, direct it at me! Don't touch Cora!" I couldn't help but marvel at his blindness. Even now, he was still defending her when he couldn't even save himself.

"I don't know if she did it on purpose. All I know is that she tried to kill you! "Maeve Griffith, you're really evil! We're the ones who cut your hair. If you've got the guts, come at me instead! Why hurt a sick person? Apologize to Julia, or I swear I'll make you pay!" He squeezed my neck so hard that I couldn't breathe. It was only with Erin's intervention that he finally let go. I coughed violently, like I'd just clawed my way back from the brink of death. I never expected Caleb to pin it on me without a second's hesitation. My heart, already bruised, was stabbed once more.

But it was enough to make me feel foolish, inadequate, and exposed. Earnest, bless his heart, noticed my distress later that day. He’d seen the untouched platter of lemon bars and asked what was wrong. When I hesitantly explained, he was furious. He wanted to march over to Victoria and confront her, but I stopped him. “It’s not worth it, Earnest,” I’d said, my voice still shaky. “She just wants to get a reaction. She wants to see me upset.” He’d held me close, his embrace a comforting anchor, and told me how delicious they looked, how he’d gladly eat every single one of them himself. His unwavering support was a balm, but the sting of Victoria’s words lingered, a testament to her power to wo

Damn it stings. There she goes, I told you right she's weak. She fell down on the floor making a big and loud yelp as if someone's cutting her alive. I just made a tsk sound shaking my finger which was cut. There comes our hero running towards the female lead and he saw a small scratch on her elbow and you know what happens next. Lecture............... To Me.