Belt With Hidden Knife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes Boss Axel, I am with the driver. On my way back to you at the hotel." I paused for a couple of seconds. "Thank you, Rafael." "You're welcome, Boss Axel. Anytime sir." I click the end button and look at both Donte and Rocus with all the other men inside the room. Everyone is trying to hide the most deadly weapon they have on their clothing. With me, I only have a small knife hidden in my boots and one in my belt. We can't bring anything that's going to blow since the hotel is still a strict public place with security and cameras everywhere.

The stain wasn’t obvious but I could smell the strong rusty scent of it. “Sir, I don’t think they are from Moonraven. They don’t have the mark the members of Moonraven pack have.” Moonraven was my pack. And Bentley was right. We have marks that proved us as members of Moonraven. “Maybe Benedict has a secret cavalry or whatsoever to do this kind of dirty jobs without staining his name,” Lucius deduced. “All of them have this weapon,” Bentley showed a small knife, like a dagger, with a mark of a crowned snake on its handle.

I was already by eight, I am leaving earlier, it's better to arrive there before the meeting time instead of being late, I do want things to go smoothly if there isn't any superior intention from him. I will be taking this small knife with me, I can't take a gun or a dagger with me his man will be checking every person entering the building properly. It isn't possible to take any weapon at all but this small knife can easily hide in my heels and due to the metallic design on the heels so no one will suspect me. But I will take this gun with me I will leave it in the car, I dropped the gun in my handbag and hung the bag on my shoulder.

"We're just putting on a show for the Colombo family. Once we get there, I'll find a way to get you out." I didn't respond. He took my right hand and slipped a metal bangle, about the thickness of a thumb, around my wrist. Then, he pulled down my sleeve to cover it. "It's a spring-loaded knife. Give it a twist, and it pops out. In case I can't get to you in time, use it to save yourself."

Blades of various yet unfamiliar kinds, in purposely designed sheaths. He moved closer, handing me some as he fitted others to himself, under his clothes, then took the others and gestured for me to lift my shirt. I obliged, and he slipped a thick, belt-style one around my waist, taking care to make sure it fit both comfortably and discretely. "They are ancient, and enchanted," he explained at my puzzled look, answering the question I hadn't spoken. He lowered my shirt to cover the belt, then reached for my arms, pushing each of my sleeves up.

unless we want them to. The thin black belt, perfect for binding wrists or leaving welts. The velvet-lined cuffs from Vincenzo, etched with runes that glow faintly in the candlelight. Valentino's contribution—a slim, obsidian-handled knife, its edge honed to draw sighs or screams. Each one handpicked for her. Our little mate. Our forbidden nun, cloaked in innocence we're dying to corrupt. Our princess, destined to rule from a throne of our twisted desires.

she gives me a hug and a wink as she leaves patting Gretchen’s head, who is currently curled up outside my door. I slip into my black silk dress, carefully securing each button and zipper as I go. As I fasten my necklace, I tuck small vials of poison between my breasts for safekeeping. Next comes the garter belt, with three hidden knives nestled inside. I take a few steps to test the weight and, surprisingly, it’s much lighter than I expected. There may actually be a chance that I can run in this outfit, but only time will tell. Thankfully, the heels I chose have foldable heels for an easy escape - a wise decision considering what lies ahead. After all, I wouldn’t want to break my neck while

He bowed, “of course. They’ll be searched for every kind of weapon. I’ll be armed. I am loyal.” "Okay. Let us hear what they have to say." That night, I hid a bell and a dagger by my chair, in case I needed to cause a commotion. Another underneath my pillow. At the back of my robe, tucked into the pink ribbon was another long silver-edged blade. Hopefully they would believe I still had the amulet and not attempt anything.

She first observed the woman lying and sleeping peacefully, before pulling out the knife hidden in the pocket of her fork. It is only medium in length so it is easy to hide. When a beam of light hit, its blade shone. The black snake surrounding the dagger she was holding added to the mystery. The Dark Snake Knife. That she alone owns. Hers... Only hers. AND NOTHING ELSE. She played with the knife with her fingers, still keeping an eye on the woman as she changed her sleeping position. A meter away from her, she could see how the woman's forehead creased as if she felt uneasy.

Nodding, Gage entered the cool living space and made his way over to the bedroom, where Chantal checked the bedside table. “Ready to go?” Jerking, she straightened. “Jeez, you move quietly.” “Part of my job.” “Well, you look the part. Back in your ninja gear.” He looked down at his ballistic vest and the MSD weapon and tools strapped to his belt. “Where’s your big gun? The rifle?” She walked into his arms. “Hidden away. Where you can’t find it.” Gage grinned. “Is it ready for action? Could I… cradle it in my tiny hands.”