Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

Beau put it down and looked at me. “Yeah, turn around, please.” Beau didn’t hesitate to turn around as I got undressed. It took me a minute to get fully dressed. “Okay.” I said. Putting my leg on the chair, Beau helped me put a thigh strap on. Gun on one side and knife on the other. “Brittany added this.” Beau showed me a pocket that was hidden in the waistline. Pulling it open, Beau put a knife in it before he closed it again. “There are more tracking devices in this dress. We will find you.”

She makes a small sound against my mouth that I know no one else heard and her fingers tighten in mine. Siobhan starts the applause. ✦ ✦ ✦ The holster sits flush against my leg, inner thigh. Custom fit, thin leather, completely invisible under the train of the dress. The knife straps to my right — a $xed blade, four inches, the one I've carried since I was twenty-two, the one my father doesn't know about. Wedding appropriate, I think, straightening the train in the anteroom before we walk into the reception. For a wedding like this one, in a world like this one, absolutely wedding appropriate. Luca catches me adjusting the strap through the fabric when he comes

"Oh? And what can you do, sweetheart?" I smiled coldly. My hand slid into my hair. I unpinned the jeweled hairclip Sebastian had gifted me—the one he called "just in case." I clicked it open, revealing the hidden blade. Serrated, sharp, almost needle-like. Designed to pierce deep and refuse to be pulled free. I trailed it gently across one man’s neck. He didn’t notice until the tip broke skin. "Ow—what the fuck?!" The others went still. "Try me," I said. "Please. Give me a reason."

“Welcome to the Dark Lands. We’ll pitch this stuff back through the gate, then I’ll take you up to the Citadel and introduce you around.” Dazed, she looked at him, blinked when she noticed him stripping off his sweater. Underneath was a black leather vest that buckled across his chest. A red embroidered Celtic knot decorated his left breast. She recognized the black pants from this morning, but she’d never seen the weapons belt he buckled on, or the gun in the low holster against his right thigh. A silver dagger hilt rode his left hip. She stared. He grinned. “Standard uniform, you’ll be seeing a lot of it. Come on, let’s go blow your mind.”

Satisfied with her survey, she raised the blue clothing, revealing the red belt underneath. The officer’s almond eyes broaden. He stared at the belt for some passing moment and then whispered some silent words into the ears of his fellow officer, who was too busy with the people in the queue to pay attention. Ginika furrowed his brow. He looked at the officer and then at Vera. That was when he saw the golden Dragon, engraved on the hilt of Vera’s sword. It was so beautiful and insignificant that without a proper look, it could pass for mere fashion and decoration.

They showed her different kinds of knives and explained what they’re good for. “Here. You can have this one. It’s easy to conceal. If you suddenly needed a knife, this will be handy.” “Where do I hide it?” She asked while taking it from him. The sheath has a strap attached to it. Alex coughed before telling her, “If you really want to conceal it, then you put it on your thigh. If you’re wearing boots, you can strap it on your lower leg. If hiding it wasn’t your intention, then you can put it on your left arm or on your waist. You’re right-handed, right?” He couldn’t be sure so he asked.

"You like playing games. Should we play one now?" Removing a hidden knife from inside his belt, Adam holds it up to the light briefly, before tracing it across my flesh. The blade is sharp, so it takes my brain a few seconds to register that I’ve been hurt. Only when the blood is trailing down my neck does it hurt enough to make me whimper.

Alexander taunted mid-fight, barely breaking a sweat. He had sized up his opponent. If that was all he had, it was time to end it. "Think again before you sell me short!" With a swift motion, Grand Hart Lord drew two gleaming knives from his sleeves. 'Sleeve knives!' In a flash, one knife aimed for the throat and the other for the heart—both strikes meant to be fatal. The Grand Hart Lord's secret weapon was a surprise attack, one so well-concealed that it had never been seen before.

“From everything I have heard about her, that is so true. But that video gave me two clues. First, the belt.” “It was a black belt, what about it?” Mason asked confused. “No Mason, it wasn’t just any belt…” I corrected him gently. “It was a Hermes belt. Magnified you can see the H. Two years ago I gave every body guard on the family’s personal security detail a bottle of McCallen 25 and a black Hermes belt with their initials for Christmas.” Mason took a moment to take that in. “But Hermes belts can be found on any man of means in New York Mrs M.” He countered.

The hem stayed damp longer than it should have, brushing against the back of her ankles every time she stepped. Dirt dried into it in patches, stiff in some places, soft in others. One sleeve had torn near the wrist, threads hanging loose where she’d yanked it free from a branch instead of slowing down. She kept meaning to knot it or rip it properly so it wouldn’t catch again, but every time she thought of it, she was already too tired to bother. A dark cloak over it, hood low. The knife stayed hidden under it, not tucked away but in her hand. It was pressed along her forearm, grip tight, blade angled inward so it wouldn’t show even if the fabric shifted.