Cut Beyond Novels & Stories

The man drew a heavy black pistol from his waist. The muzzle pointed at Buzz Cut. "No—!" The shot cracked before he could finish. My whole body jerked. I watched blood run through his fingers. He wasn't dead. The bullet had just grazed his cheek, leaving a deep gash from his cheekbone down to his jaw. "The next shot," Brode said, his voice still cold and calm, "goes in your skull." Buzz Cut was flat on the ground now, face smeared with blood and rain and dirt, sobbing for his life. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, have mercy—"

Cutting. Kyle wasn't just angry anymore. He was done.

she cautions gently, her focus entirely on assessing his condition. "Can you breathe properly? From the cut, it doesn't seem to have affected any vital organs. You'll be fine. Just a few stitches and a bandage!" Nodding faintly, Marquis closes his eyes, trying to maintain his composure even as his body trembles with shock. The suddenness of the attack bewilders him. He had simply been browsing through some boys' clothes that caught his eye. They seemed cute, and he reached out to examine them. But then, a phone call interrupted, prompting him to step outside. In that fleeting moment, a stranger approached and, without warning, stabbed him. Fortunately, he instinctively blocked the assailant'

“No! There must be something you can do! You’re highly valued at headquarters. If you say something, they’ll listen!” When I did not react, she slapped herself repeatedly until her cheeks were red and swollen. Joyce, who saw everything, hurried over. She grabbed Casey and pulled her up. “Casey, what stunt are you trying to pull now? “The repayment deadline is almost up. You don’t have the money yet? Get out of here! Don’t ever show your face in front of Ms. Heaton again!” I watched as Joyce forcefully dragged Casey away.

Kyle pulled out gloves and took the gel like substance and walked over and started putting the paste on the cuts. “What the fuck man! Don’t!” He looked down right scared. “Oh, some of the cuts healed already. Mind reopening them for me?” Kyle was having fun. “Sure, sure.” I grabbed the knife and began cutting open the areas that were cut before. I even made an extra one on the tip of his penis. “NO! Not there!” he shouted “I don’t believe I even know your name!” I asked as I sat back down. “Kevin! STOP! AHH!” He was thrashing around in his chair but the bolts on the floor made it impossible.

My body is shaking from my sobs even as I try to be as still as possible. The knife goes back to my spine and slowly trails down. When he reaches my dress he lifts the hem and cuts through it with the knife. He is slow and careful as he cuts through the whole length of the dress. He pushes the fabric and it lightly falls to my sides. He gently strokes the naked skin of my back until he reaches my bra. with the knife he cuts through it and my back is now completely bare.

It takes him longer to patch her up than it takes me to cut her pants away. Reluctantly, I start to cut the uniform top. I start at her wrist and cut along the length of her arm, over the curve of her shoulder, and the seam along the side of her stomach. Staying out of the doc’s way, I match the other side, cutting the fabric away. By time he finishes her leg, wrapping it with thick white gauze, there’s just one final seam to cut.

Without a second thought, he lifted the knife and hurled it straight at her. Cathrine’s eyes widened as the blade came speeding toward her, the metallic glint catching the light as it hurtled in her direction. With a swift, instinctive move, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the weapon. The knife missed her by a hair’s breadth but not without consequence—she felt the sharp edge of the blade skim her hair, slicing through the tips. Strands of her hair floated to the ground, severed by the close call.

“One more, one more, one more!” With Bea and Andrea supporting in front and near, the band looks at Sky and waits for his confirmation to sing another song with them. Having fun as he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone with the band who is waiting for this opportunity that will start up their careers. Sky nodded as the crowd cheered with Mark introducing their next song. “Our next song is for those people who had a crush on someone as they couldn’t express it exactly, but it is there. This song is entitled. ‘Too Cute Too Handle.’

Plus I’d kill him first if he even tried. He slowly and gently runs the tip of the blade down my sternum. I can feel the sting as it cuts my skin, but I don’t react, I just keep my eyes on his. He breaks his eyes away to glance down at my chest, his eyes widening in alarm realising he cut me. He didn’t apply any pressure; he just didn’t realise how sharp Crimson is. He looks up, fear and concern filling his eyes. He tosses Crimson on the counter and leans down and runs his tongue slowly along the cut cleaning it and the sensation makes me gasp. It’s warm and wet and stings but fuck it’s turning me on.