Cut Beyond Novels & Stories

He could not complete his turn as he hit someone very hard. Kaylee's texts which she held firmly fell to the ground and she bent down to pick them up immediately. 'First day of school, seriously?', she thought with furrowed brows. Kavinsky glared at Vanessa before bending down to help whoever it was immediately. "I am very sorry. I just-", he started apologizing but was cut short when he heard her voice. "It's okay", she said and he looked up in surprise. He stared at her and Kaylee soon recognize him as well. "You-" * * *

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

To test how the three of us handled money, our parents gave each of us a supplementary card on the family account with a limit of 150,000 dollars. My sister spent hers on a VIP package at a cosmetic clinic. My brother spent his tipping an influencer streamer to push her up the donor rankings. I was the only one who used mine to front the material costs for a research competition. At the family dinner at the end of the month, our parents paid cash for a Porsche for my brother. "Jasper knows how to invest in connections in the media world. He has a future!" Then they handed my sister a downtown penthouse as part of her dowry. "Isadora has more class every day. Even Lucian Morgan compliments he

Before Tessa could react, Lauren suddenly rushed forward again. The knife in her hand gleamed dangerously as she raised it high once more. Tessa's eyes widened in shock. Everything happened too fast. Lauren's face had become completely twisted with madness now. Tears rolled down her cheeks while rage swallowed every remaining trace of reason inside her. She no longer cared about consequences. She no longer cared about escape. She no longer cared whether she survived. All she wanted was to destroy Tessa completely. The knife came down fiercely toward Tessa. But again, Curtis turned sharply with the small strength left in him and pushed Tessa away, turning as the knife pierced his back deep in

Connor's surgical knife was exceptionally sharp, its edge gleaming ominously. Nevertheless, Timothy remained motionless, almost as if he had resigned himself to whatever fate awaited him. In that tense moment, even Jason found himself holding his breath. With a swift motion, the knife sliced through Timothy's sleeve, drawing blood as it left a jagged tear in its wake. Observing Timothy's lack of reaction, Connor gritted his teeth and remarked, "You're truly tempting fate, aren't you?"

He cut the call, before I could say anything else. If he came over, Ellen could change and beat him or do something crazy. I didn't want to see him.

They were mаrkіng him as аll uѕеd uр. The ѕесоnd kid, Bіllу Frankton, hаd сut himself so bad thеу hаd to dumр hіm. Thе medical examiner’s rероrt ѕауѕ he used a broken lіght bulb tо рunсturе hіѕ wrіѕtѕ, then drаggеd іt uр, making еnоugh vertical сutѕ in one аrm tо bleed оut without thе hеlр оf a ріmр.

If you just get that box with your cutting utensils. I'm not cutting again. 'Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut...' I'm not cutting. 'Of course not, you're you're coward!' I don't wanna live anymore.

"That's not necessary. I don't need you to make it up to me. You just need to take care of your current family." His face paled. He reached out, wanting to grab me, but I sidestepped him. "Kathleen…" His voice trembled, and his eyes actually reddened. But I didn't spare him another look. I just turned around and walked out. Some wounds couldn't be erased with just a simple "I forgot." The moment I walked past the cemetery gates, a cab screeched to a stop right in front of me, and Mom stepped out. Her makeup was immaculate, yet it couldn't hide the exhaustion and anxiety beneath her eyes.

She pulled back from his hands the moment he reached her, chin up, jaw set. "I'm fine," she said. "You're bleeding." "I know what I am." He picked the blade wrap off the ground. Crouched over it. Found the cut in under ten seconds because whoever had done it hadn't bothered being careful. The leather was trimmed most of the way through at the binding point, with clean edges, not frayed. Not wear. A blade had done that deliberately. He stood up. Looked at Bren.