Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

He didn’t flinch at my knife, and I realized, one second after I had started to speak, that a wire was at my throat. Very slim, near invisible. A hidden weapon. From his watch, he had pulled a string, but if he had used it, both of us would have died. No doubt. But that didn’t faze me. It was a situation I had encountered often enough. “Yes…I look forward to that,” he rumbled, the smile still on. His hand reached for Jay and headbutted him. He dodged it smoothly. Too smoothly. I stared at him as he backed away, then grinned and left.

He wouldn’t find it today. I noticed he was wearing a utility belt, sort of like Batman’s, but different. There were guns and knives, the sort of weapons I’d expect. But Christian had something else strapped there. As he turned to walk back toward me, I stared at it a moment too long and averted my eyes before he’d notice. It was too late. He looked down at his belt and back up at me with a questioning expression. My voice just a whisper, I asked, “Are those grenades?” I’d never seen anything like them before, not in real life.

I secretly pressed the alarm on my sports watch, Haressa received it. “Let's go!" he says. Oba immediately acted and together they raised their guns that had silencers. While Glendy and I slowly pulled out the mini-hunting knives that were currently hidden in our hair. Both men didn't notice because their conversation was serious. When I got the small mini-hunting knife, it immediately slashed Yin Tong's neck. “Assassin—”

“What the hell are you doing back here? You should be at the front.” “The King’s orders,” I say with a shrug. Gwen narrows her gaze. Subtley, I see her reaching for something in her hip pocket. I can guess what it is she’s hiding there: a dagger. So, at the same time, I reach for my own blade, hidden in my bodice. I start to lift it so that she can see the gems of the hilt. “Are you sure you want to play this game?” I say. Grumbling, she pulls her hand free from her pocket, without her dagger.

Then to me, "Hands first, then she can free herself if she needs to." He remains at the door we entered by, gun in hand, semi-raised, looking back but also watching the two other entrances. Mitch's eyes are like searchlights, following his every movement. "I can't get the fucking stuff off," I mutter. "It's so tightly wound, and it's knotted." "Here, let me," says Klempner. He slots the gun back into a holster under his jacket and instead, produces a knife from somewhere at the back of his belt.

I told him but he said " Come on man let me get the ease of my emotions because once she'll be back to me safe and sound, I'll teach her a good lesson. How fucking she dared to run away from me? She's my wife, she can't run away from me! " " She's your wife do as you please but to get our wives back we need to leave in the next ten minutes," I said looking at my watch. He nodded at me and then we both walked into another ground floor through the secret elevator which only I, Vishv, and My PA (Rudra) used. We both entered the hall and from there we walked into our respective room. Getting into my room I stood before my open wardrobe where my all variety of clothes were hanging. Clutching my s

I placed the gun and knife in my top draw and placed a bra over them to hide them. “Silly girl” he chuckled behind me. He twisted the knop on the draws and a hidden panel slipped away in the side of the draw. The secret compartment was the perfect size to hold the knife and the gun. “How was I supposed to know that was there” I grumbled as I placed the weapons inside. Jack turned the knob back the other way and the panel slid back into place. “If you had not ran off, I would have told you” “I don’t want you getting too touchy and making us late” I told him as I tried to move away from him.

The sexual tension between us was overwhelming, making it hard to think about anything except the way his hands felt on my body and the way his eyes darkened when he looked at me. "You know," he said, his voice low and rough, "I have to ask." "Ask what?" "How many weapons are you hiding under that dress?" I couldn't help it—I laughed. "You really want to know?" "I really want to know." I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. "Two knives. One strapped to my thigh, one in my clutch. And a garrote wire sewn into the hem." I felt him tense, and when I pulled back, I saw his eyes had gone dark with something that wasn't quite fear and wasn't quite surprise.

He said as he got up as if he had just woken up from his sleep. "What the fuck?" "Can you stop cursing? It doesn't suit you." "Are you okay? Are we okay? We're not, right? Don't give me that calm and cool manner, it suits you but not in this situation!" He ignored me and I saw his hands behind him, busy with something behind his belt. What does he think he's doing? My brow raised when I saw a sharp thing come off from his belt behind him. It's a small folding knife tucked inside his belt and pants. Who would put a small knife in the belt? Only him! This lunatic weirdo is a gorgeous twin of mine!

“They’re impossible to find during a body search, and Tjeck promised me they can pass through metal detectors without setting them off.” I examine the bra closely; it’s ingeniously crafted. The blade is mounted on a thin wire, making it appear like an ordinary garment even up close. “I had no idea Tjeck had these kinds of talents.” “There are four of them. Just remember to remove the knife before tossing them in the laundry.” He pulls something from his pocket and steps closer, gently taking my hand. With care, he ties a black braided leather bracelet around my wrist. “This proves you’re under my personal protection.” His grip lingers, and my heart races as his eyes lock onto mine, drawing m