4 Cut Hero Novels & Stories

Timothy argued confidently. I almost laughed in anger. "The milk and bread weren't from me." "But the brand you carried when you went out was the same as the one on my desk," he countered, sounding increasingly desperate. "That was for someone else, Mr. Holt. Do you understand now?" I hung up immediately after. What I didn't expect was that half an hour later, the trending searches exploded. ... I watched as the topic "What kind of fairy-tale campus romance is this?" climbed higher and higher, until it shot straight to number one on the trending list.

Yet my hands clutched the knee length cardigan to my body, at the same time became sweaty and my knees must have given out the minute I entered his car. Or maybe it was him? True to the rumors, Zade Cutler was a tad bit goodlooking but no one would have prepared me for this. Sure he had midnight hair... untamable midnight hair but it was far more darker than midnight if that made sense. It was sinfully dark. His six feet height came accompanied with stacked muscles and a great physique that showcased a lean body. As for his face? Well there wasn't much to say about his face other than he was the epitome of perfection at best. He had a scar on his cheek for pit's sake and that made him him.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

I screamed but ended up getting hurt. I tried pushing him away but he didn't even budge. There was no way I could push him away. He was like five times stronger than me. What can a five feet four inches do to a six feet five inches? I looked small beneath him. I pounded my small fist into his chest but all to no avail. He glared at my nipples and he wrapped his mouth around it and sucked it like he is life depended on it. He massaged the second one with his hand. He sucked for like two minutes, making my nipples sore. "So soft." He moaned.

"Oh? She is a doctor at your hospital? She accidentally fell into a deep shaft. We just rescued her." Daniel froze. His gaze fell on my face. His mouth opened, then closed, as if he wanted to speak several times but stopped himself. It seemed he knew something. But in front of the police officers, he did not dare say another word. He could only silently pick up his instruments and carefully treat my wounds. The debridement and suturing process was clear and torturous. The cut on my forehead alone needed three stitches. My right leg was placed in a cast because of the fracture.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

A video popped up from an unknown address, and she frowned as she took the phone. She tapped to play the video. On the screen, Tristan stood before the camera, his smile looking unnervingly pale. Behind him, two figures were bound to chairs, their bodies exposed. It was Delilah and Marvin. In front of him was a phone that was live-streaming the scene. He held a sharp dagger in his hand and walked toward Delilah, peeling the tape off her mouth. With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…"

,he replied casually. I blinked,"ho-" "We had some issues earlier... keep the names going ",I was honestly shocked because as of the time I knew him as someone hard to kill. I mentioned a couple of other people that I could remember and I'm shocked to say that Diego had killed these people already.... these people I knew as fearless and untouchable. "Adianta Tomora, Gilbert Orono and then Mario, those are the ones I can remember ",he nodded as if memorizing their names.

He shot to his feet, drawing on his rawest Alpha power, trying to smash through that silence, to force a link with Sera's mind. The Moon Goddess’s power, crashing against that void again and again, just… fizzled out. Ten times. Still that heart-stopping silence. He finally lost it, letting out a roar like a wounded beast, and slammed his fist down, shattering the obsidian table. Shards of obsidian flew everywhere, the sharp crack mixing with the even louder thunder outside, a deafening explosion. His heart leaped in his chest, and a terrible, sickening feeling gripped his soul.

However, Xavier had already raised the cleaver. Without hesitation, he brought it down on Lucas’s right leg. “Ah!” I screamed, my voice sharp with terror. I could only watch as the blade sliced through Lucas’s flesh, cutting straight through bone. Blood splattered everywhere. The pain was too much. He didn’t even have time to cry out before his small body went limp. He passed out instantly. I stared in shock, frozen, my heart feeling as if it had been slashed open, the agony spreading through every inch of my body.