Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

She did not hesitate to join another organization when she learned that Martin was also employed by CDJ at the time. Two evening gowns were taken by Addison from the hidden wardrobe. She combed her hair before inserting the tiny dagger. She also put on a holster and inserted a baby pistol and another dagger into it. It just looked like a decoration on her legs. When she came out of the wardrobe, she saw that Bell was ready. “You don't bring a weapon?” but she only had a devilish grin on her lips.

From my wrist sleeve, I slipped out my insurance policy. It wasn't metal. Metal would set off the magnetometer wands Jarrah’s enforcers would undoubtedly sweep over me before I stepped foot inside the cathedral. It was a five-inch, customized carbon-fiber blade jet black, feather-light, double-edged, and completely invisible to security scanners. It was a quiet, lethal piece of engineering I’d bought off the black market two years ago. Carefully, with methodical precision, I slid the sheath into the tailored pocket built within the heavy boning beneath my left rib cage. The blade sat flush against my ribs, hidden entirely by the cascading layers of lace and reinforced satin.

She tied her hair so that it wouldn't be in the way. When she was looking at Yves' closet she found a gun behind his clothes, it has also a bullets in it, she tooked it and put it on her pocket, she even hide the knife on her long pants. It was a small knife so it was fine to hide it on her pants. Xyneth looked at Xavy who was looking at her, she gently grabbed his arms to let him hide behind her back. "I'll definetly protect you this time so jusy trust me and don't think nor do anything reckless."Xyneth seriously said to Xavy.

I stared at him wide-eyed and while I was looking at him, I found my clothes thrown near the table, on the ground. “I don’t like seeing the same thing I have on other people.” He glanced at my thing between my legs then made a barfing expression, “Just my rotten luck.” He then picked up a surgical knife from the table, “But oh well, we can get rid of that and I’ll make you my dog.” He sighed, “I was thinking of getting another one anyway.” “...” I looked at the belts I was tied with. They were made of leather and had small openings, just enough that my wrists could breathe in it.The weird thing about it was that they looked very similar to a pet collar

“This one’s for when you want to blend in but stay protected.” I nodded, grabbing the heavier vest and slipping it on. It hugged my torso like it was made for me. “Comfortable. Durable. What about backup?” Dimitri tapped another section of his bag, revealing smaller handguns and a set of knives. “Compact but lethal. Easy to conceal, easy to deploy. And these,” he said, holding up a pair of serrated blades, “are for when things get… close.” I picked up one of the knives, testing its balance. It was perfect, as if Dimitri had tailored every piece for me personally. “This’ll do.”

I said, "It's not exactly a short journey?" "And miss watching you nearly expire from running too fast?" he asked with a grin, "No chance." I rolled my eyes, "This is the last time I let you come with me." "Then I better make the most of it," he said suddenly stopping. He then lifted his shirt, revealing his belt. I noticed the perfectly toned abs that had been hiding under there all this time and I couldn't help admire them...well that was until he pulled his knife from his belt. I clutched my bow and stepped back.

Those were some deep words for a man who less than ten minutes ago boasted about the girl he brought home. We stood there in silence for a while but I couldn't relax, not with him here. I gently reached up to make sure the knife was still there and when i felt it I could let my shoulders fall and at the very least try and enjoy the peace while it lasted. The handle on his belt glittered under the sun and I gulped thinking about the last time I held a guard knife. “She’s a Bell,” he said, repeating himself from earlier. Leaving me as confused as I was the first time.

"You can't blame me, not with my woman being this tempting. You're so beautiful bellissima, it still feels like a dream that you're now mine." I rolled my eyes and decided to add a little sway to my hips to tease him further. I was blessed with a groan and a curse from him. I let out a giggle as I closed the bathroom door and locked it. ______________________ I placed the small dirk knife in my boots and put my black jeans over it to conceal it. I straightened up and took out my rifle to push it behind my back, inside the waistband of the jeans. Ace comes behind me and whistles. "You look like you're ready for war bellissima."

She quickly takes inventory of the weapons on her person and in the bag. She had three throwing knives, two swords, two pistols and their holster. And her necklace that doubled as a razor whip that could take off heads if used correctly, and she knew how to use it perfectly. She smiles, and runs her hands over her bra for its hidden bits, three lockpicks and another two flexible knives, that only harden when turned on, otherwise they feel soft and fold like fabric. They’re completely hidden in the fabric of her bra.

"They will. That’s why the wire is made to resemble a bra underwire. They won’t find it unless they strip search you, and if they do that, we’re coming in right away.’” I gave her a knife, small and sharp, meant to be hidden in a boot. "Last resort only. If something goes wrong, if my men can't get to you, use this. Aim for soft tissue. Throat, stomach, eyes." With trembling hands, she accepted it. "I've never stabbed anyone before." “Well, hopefully you don’t have to start today.