Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

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.

No. I strained. My muscles contracted like strings soaked in water. My hand convulsed. A twitch. But it was enough. Enough to sense the edge concealed beneath the pillow. The knife. Bellion's insurance. A scalpel, smooth and cold. Hidden in case someone came for me when I was too weak to fight back. I bent my fingers around it slowly, forcing sensation back into every nerve ending. My arms screamed. My sight spun. But I grasped the metal with the fury of a woman who had died once and would not die again.

He must have some kind of an access card for opening the main door and he must have some kind of key to open this bracelet on my wrist as well. Nibbling on my lower lip, I open my eyes and stare at the knife holder for a while. My hand reaches out to the smallest knife this time. I grab it and pull it closer to my stomach instantly, not wanting the camera to catch it just yet. After that, I turn around, pulling the knife behind my back. Until I reach my room, I do my best in hiding the knife from the cameras and I can only hope that I succeeded. …Now, I just have to wait for Agent Vitali.

"Yes, I have. Why do you ask? Raquel, what will I be facing there?" "That is the thing, my dear Belle Cat," Raquel said somberly. "Truth is, nobody knows but you. It could be anything." The first addition to Abbie's almost complete look was a peculiar belt that had a whip hanger and a small, external pocket. Those nicely set additions fitted on each side of her hips, so her movement and comfort were not compromised, even were still very fashionable. The other was a gun holster harness that Raquel suggested she could use better under the coat but was still up to Abbie.

He opened a small velvet box with steady hands. Inside rested a stunning diamond collar necklace — elegant and delicate enough to pass as high jewelry in public, yet unmistakably a symbol of ownership. A thin platinum band studded with diamonds, with a discreet locking mechanism at the back and a small hidden ring for a leash if he ever chose to use it.

Blinded by rage and shame, she yanked out her dagger and repeatedly stabbed the fox. "Yasmin, did you forget? We nobles all have magical guardians bound to us. "Father has ruled for ages, and though his magical guardian never showed itself, it's always been there." The dagger dropped with a clang, and Yasmin crumpled to the ground, her world shattering. "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Ahhh—" As she gripped the dagger, poised to end her own life, I signaled for Titan Ape to step in.

He could not believe what he was seeing. Nestled in the shadows was a blade, carefully hidden in the hidden depths under the bed. Leo leaned out to touch it, his fingers shaking. The blade was plain and unadorned, a chilly mirror of steel with secrets only those who had used it could really know. Leo slowly removed the weapon, fearful yet determined. It was a piece of the jigsaw that had escaped him for so long, and it was more than just a sword. His heart fell as he examined it more closely because there was an emblem he was familiar with, a marking that linked the blade to its owner.

We waited in our car in the silence, soon the man who ran to catch the van came out of the man, for some reason I had a strong feeling that he can give us a name or an important information. Reaching beneath the seat, my fingers grazed the cool metal of my pistol. I gripped it firmly, its weight giving me a sense of reassurance. Slowly, I pulled it out from its hidden spot. I tucked the pistol into the waistband of my jeans, ensuring it was secure and easily accessible. It nestled against my hip, a constant reminder of the responsibility I bore for my own safety. Next, my attention turned to my shoes. With nimble fingers, I reached down and retrieved a slim, razor-sharp knife from a conceale

And regarding where I would hide my weapons when I'm in the academy well that's easy, I have already been carrying weapons with me since the first day in the academy, but no one has noticed so that wouldn't be any problem. I have 2 silver daggers laced with wolfsbane hidden at the backside of my uniform I'll be wearing during school time except for PE whereby I used my ability to make it invisible and 2 more underneath my belt which cannot be easily found as I use my powers to make it invisible but also to not raise any suspicion. I also have a silver whip that is tide on my waist to look like a trousers belt. Despite me believing they would be preoccupied about the soon to be alpha, they ar