Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

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.

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

the general uttered, he was as shocked as he is. “I suppose to look for you and the young man as well,” the general said with his voice stuttering. “The young man was with me, he’s beside me,” Therens answered, he sounded flat yet no one can identify how he is feeling from his voice if he was angry or just in a serious tone. General Malta look below and saw the young man covering his ears, he cannot tell if he was shaking from the darkness that surrounded them. Therens felt something moving in his back pocket where the dagger was hidden. It was bothering him, he quietly and secretly pull the dagger. He was right, it was the dagger moving on its own once again. He holds it tight and returns i

The men would stay close enough to intervene but far enough away that nobody watching the road would connect them to me. Before I left the truck, Beta Franklin pressed a sheathed knife into my hand. I looked down at the weapon. The blade was short enough to conceal beneath my clothes, and a faint coating covered the edge. "Wolfsbane?" He nodded. "Don't reach for it unless you need it." I slipped it into the pocket of my jacket. Alpha Cameron leaned toward me from the driver's side. "If anything feels wrong, tell us." Beta Franklin had hidden an earpiece beneath my hair so they could hear me and follow without revealing themselves if it came to that.

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