Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

I slipped it on and stood in front of the mirror, while Celeste helped me zip it up at the back. The dress was seductive, hugging all my curves and accentuating my body. On the left, was a slit that went up all the way to my thighs. It was perfect, and I was feeling more confident in it. “Here,” Celeste said. Through the reflection in the mirror, I saw Celeste holding out the knife, with a small belt strap. I turned back and took it from her. “The best place to hide the knife, should be on your upper thigh.”

Leon didn't know what was the reason for Bevis to remain silent, was he too distressed to open his mouth, or was Bevis stubbornly unwilling to answer? Leon didn't want to wait long, he looked at Finn and said. "Finn, did you bring a knife?" "What knife? Of course, yes, I carry it with me every day. Leon, what do you want to do?" Finn answered Leon while taking out a sharp knife hidden behind his back. Finn has a lot of weapons on him, he can carry guns and can carry knives. Even the baseball bat is something that is always in the trunk of Finn's car. The light shone on the knife causing it to shine. Finn's scary face is imprinted on the knife. The space became quieter. Everyone held their br

It didn’t appear to be the huge bulge her mind always told her was there even though she knew it wasn’t—mostly. Turning again, she bit her lip and wondered about the red blouse she was wearing. Maybe it was showing a little too much cleavage. She had more than enough of that to spare. Running her hand under her arm, she felt for the small blade she’d hidden in the elastic of her bra. She could feel it, but then again, she knew it was there. She frowned at the mirror and readjusted the neckline so just a little more was revealed, hoping it would distract from even worrying about whether she was hiding a three-inch switch blade in her bra. She knew they were illegal, and she felt just a b

A few minutes later a small motorboat pulled up to the dock and Silas stepped out carrying three large garment bags and a small leather case that looked like it was designed for expensive jewelry. He walked into the boathouse and made a face at the smell of damp wood and boat fuel, but he didn't say anything as he laid the bags out on the table and started showing us the gear he had managed to secure from his contacts in Milan. "The tuxedo has a lining made of a flexible mesh that will block most portable scanners and the cuffs are designed to hold two extra magazines, and for the lady I have a dress that has a hidden compartment in the hem for a ceramic blade and a lipstick that is actually

She doesn't deserve that. Moving silently, still unnoticed by either man, I closely observed Alpha Francis. He had a knife in a concealed sheath around his back, the sneaky bastard. From what I could tell Alexander was unarmed, as was I. He certainly hadn’t pulled any weapons on me when I had him by the throat in the dust earlier.

he said. "I look like bait." "That too." He crossed the room and pulled something from his pocket. A small knife, no longer than my palm, with a blade that gleamed wickedly sharp. "Ankle holster. Hidden under your dress. Just in case." I let him strap it to my leg, his fingers careful and professional despite the intimacy of the gesture. When he was done, he stood and pressed his forehead to mine. "Five seconds," he murmured. "That's how long it will take me to reach you if something goes wrong. Five seconds. Remember that."

"Just one gun? Take a knife too—for extra security." He moved to another section, pulling out a slim, cylinder-like object. He held it up. I frowned. "What’s that? A perfume bottle?" The label even read Fragrance in elegant gold letters. Conner chuckled. "That’s the point. It’s a camouflage knife." He twisted the top, and in a flash, a hidden blade slid out. My breath caught. "Oh my…" The blade gleamed under the soft light, sharp, lethal. “I'll take it too," I muttered, stepping closer and reaching for it.

They moved silently among the crowds, listening, watching, and reporting back through hidden channels, ready to strike when the moment came. A month later, John and Ingrid followed Julie and Harold’s expertise as they began searching for one of the many hidden entrances that could lead them back to the main tunnel system. But before they departed, William received small gifts from his friends. First, John and Ingrid presented William with his own wrist crossbow. It was a sleek, unassuming device, designed to look like nothing more than a simple leather bracer. Yet beneath its plain exterior lay a hidden launcher, compact and deadly. A quick flick of the wrist could release a small arrow. Per

The bodyguard standing outside the ward checked my handbag carefully, his thick fingers rifling through every compartment with mechanical precision. His face was expressionless, eyes trained to detect the slightest anomaly. When he was sure everything was OK, one of the other bodyguards—a taller man with a Bluetooth earpiece and a permanent frown etched into his face—gave a short, silent nod and motioned for me to come in. None of them noticed what I had hidden in my sleeve. A slim, glinting scalpel, carefully wrapped in gauze to muffle its presence, pressed cold and sharp against the soft flesh of my arm.

Some got curious in ways that made my skin crawl. So I always carried protection. Something small. Something hidden. Something that could save my life if things went wrong. The man behind me shifted again, his grip tightening around my shoulder. The gun pressed harder into my temple. Across from us, Fort finally spoke. “The third shipment—” My hand moved slowly. Carefully. To my belt buckle. Inside it was a tiny pocket knife. Fort continued speaking. “…is stored in a private unit near—” I slipped the blade free.