Banter Knife Novels & Stories

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...

The color drained from Landon's face. Before he knew it, Alyssa had pressed the butterfly knife against his neck. The butterfly knife was the most notorious of all weapons, as it was insidious and lethal. It perched precariously on the end of one's fingers, striking a perfect balance between style and deadliness. How cruel and heartless of a woman to fight him with a butterfly knife. "Stop pestering me, Landon Harper." She narrowed her eyes and gently slapped the reflective blade against his cheek. "I would never pick you even if there were no men left in this world."

Bianca stood by the knife display case, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as she flexed her fingers. "These smell like mildew," Bianca complained, wrinkling her nose. "But they’ll do." She looked at me, for once, she didn’t critique my appearance. She simply handed me a knife. "Here," Bianca said. "It’s nasty just like you." I accepted the knife and sheathed it on my belt. "Thanks, B." Dante waited by the door, having restocked on ammunition from the shelves behind the counter—9mm rounds, shotgun shells, flashbangs.

As I examine, he explains, "The style is called karambit. It's an extremely effective tool for delivering maximum damage to a threat. A woman's hand is smaller than a man's so I made it medium size. You will find it well-balanced, highly capable, and easy to carry and conceal. You can wear it as a neck knife or attach the holster to your belt." "Thank you Pops. I really love your gift and I'll carry it on me everywhere I go and cherish it forever and ever." "I believe you." He laughs. "So, it's been a long day. I'm sorry I won't be joining you for dinner. Please tell them I'll have mine in my room." "Okay," I say and follow him to the door.

Yanlong asked. "Ai ya Little sister! In this L city, I sell the best weapons. If you can find one better, I will call you grandmother." the salesman boasted. "Then do you have a tungsten alloy steel type bayonet?" Yanlong asked. "Little sister, you sure know your weapons." The salesman said surprised. He had been showing them useless fancy Comicon knives. "Let's just take this knife. What's wrong with it?" Biyu questioned. She liked pretty things. It's not a surprise. Biyu’s family owned an apparel brand. She’s the most fashion sensitive among all her roommates.