Novelas y relatos de Banter Knife

"Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me." "Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

He raised his two hands up, showing some form of surrender, but I knew better, I wasn't stupid to take his lack of weapon for his surrender or weakness. He cocked his head sideways grinning like an idiot which I know he isn't. “What will you do dear Lora. Fillet me like salmon.” “I'm serious” “So am I.” He gave me a cocky smile that twisted my stomach. And continued. “That knife is Henckels. Eight inch chef’s knife. Sharp enough to cut through bone if you knew what you were doing.” He took one more step closer and my breath hitched, it felt like I was slowly closing the lid to my own coffin.

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"

I'm going with him. “Just know that i have a knife and I know how to use it very well.” My pocket knife has come in handy for me a lot of times in shady alleys on my way back home. “I'll take your word for it.” He's only mocking me. What will my knife do to a man like Bangizwe?

First, it was numb, then it was twisted. Brent suddenly grabbed the short knife on the bedside table, military stuff, small, but sharp and functional. He threw the knife forward with a jerk, the tip plunging straight into the target hanging on the wall. Ten rings, right on the bull's eye. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

I stretched my hand but Shanty didn't look at me once as she strolled to the door. Before she could get to the door, it opened and almost hit her in the face. Dawn and Lucia stepped in, looking shocked to see the bane in Shanty's hand with a blood stain on it. 'Shanty, what are you doing with the bane? Drop it this minute,' Dawn shouted at Shanty but Shanty stood there unmoving. 'Shanty, you need to drop that knife before you injure yourself more than you have already done,' Lucia said thinking it was Shanty's blood on the knife.

To tell me the knife was barely even the size of his dick. I swallowed hard before letting out a dry, exhausted laugh. “It’s a combat knife, Vincent,” I said. “A fucking combat knife. A four-inch blade.” He shrugged carelessly. Actually shrugged. “Oh, it’s four inches?” he said thoughtfully, like we were discussing weather instead of internal bleeding. “I thought it was six.” Then he tilted his head slightly and added casually, “Hm. Then that’s way less than one quarter of my dick.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered instantly.

It was packed with all kinds of knives. Small paring blades with wicked curves. Longer serrated ones for sawing. Thin filleting knives that could split skin like paper. A heavy cleaver at the end, more for weight than precision. “What… what are you gonna do with those?”He asked. I pulled on the black nitrile gloves. “You Stupid piece of horse sh!t,” I said, almost conversationally. “You should know too well by now. Billie isn’t to be touched. Isn’t to be taken. Not by anyone other than us.”

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...