Babe Blades Novels & Stories

Gasping with great surprise at the sight of the item which would be insulted if called a pair of scissors, Zara wore a wary look and asked, “What is that?” “Hair blades.” Clarissa held the tool in the air and made the large, enjoined blades snip the air. “They will cut a great deal of your hair without causing a fuss.” Zara’s face deepened with worry. Through the standing mirror, she studied the deep brownness of the blades and decided to call them scissors either way. “Those look dangerous. Are you certain my hair will be fine?” “Are you happy with the way it keeps growing?” Clarissa questioned the girl with a slight raise of her brow.

"I admit your hair is more beautiful than mine, Alyne." Someone came with a pair of scissors and handed it to Violet. "But you know... I don't like it when someone is better than me, in any way!" She smiled contentedly. Alyne swallowed hard, her head shook slowly when she saw Violet bring the scissors close to her hair. "Sis, I beg you, don't do that!" She was getting out of control. "Don't move too much! You want me to cut off your head?" Alyne shook her head. Violet violently pulled back Alyne's hair.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continued to fall and rise slowly. God his eyes were enchanting. A slightly boyish smile appeared on his lips and a couple of seconds later his face was moving closer to mine and without thinking I moved closer to his. Our faces were literally an inch apart and he didn't seem to notice my lips were still quivering, at least I hope he didn't. His lips were unnaturally pink which was not registering well with me. How was it possible he had lips prettier than mine? Blade's eyebrows and lashes were better than ninety per cent of all the girls I know. How is that even possible? Like where d

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

Sophia got a call from Marco later, she was given a location to come pick her daughter up. She took a cab and hurried there, it was on a private beach and was surrounded by guards. Isabella sat with Luca and she had a bright smile as she ate cake and there were more snacks on the table “Bella” Sophia hurried towards her and hugged her. “Are you okay?” she scanned her and saw that she was perfectly well and even eating a cake. “Mother, your friend is so kind,” Bella said and Sophia frowned before glancing at Luca. “You wanted to learn how to swim right? Marco will take you” Luca said and she nodded happily.

Knock, knock! Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Damon's voice from outside. "Mackay, Damon requests an audience." "Come in," Mackay replied. Damon came in carrying a box and cautiously handed it over. Mackay took the box, not showing much caution, and brute force opened the lid. When he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in shock. In the box was a short knife, with the hilt and blade divided equally. It was intricately engraved with jungle patterns, with lifelike monkeys hidden within the designs. Mackay immediately recognized it—the Golden Baboon Blade—lost by the former ruler of his small country.

I quickly stood up, muttering a brief apology to her, and faced Annabelle once more. “We can harm but not kill. How fascinating,” Annabelle remarked, producing her cherished twin blades. My eyes widened at the sight. I hadn't expected her to fight me with her blades. "Ready for your doom?" she taunted. She attacked me with her dual blades, forcing me to defend against them. Evading her kicks and blows with those blades proved challenging. As I attempted to parry her attacks, one of the blades grazed my hand, sending a shock of pain through my body. My focus on the pain left me vulnerable to another blade strike, which sliced through my dress and into my arm. I clutched my wounded arm, blood

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”