Cut Beyond Novels & Stories

She backed away silently. Chuck knew very well that I couldn't even stand the pain of my period cramps, let alone an operation. However, he seemed to have forgotten about this. Could a person's memories really fade so quickly? He sat between my legs and gestured for me to spread them. Since Valerie was beside him, she got a full-frontal view. She frowned disdainfully but still couldn't look away. When the instrument penetrated me, I couldn't help crying out in pain. The nurse hurried to me and held my hand.

Ethan’s POV Pain was nothing new. It came with the territory—the bruises, the sore muscles, the mornings when my body felt twenty years older than I was. But tonight’s pain was different. Sharper. Meaner. A reminder I didn’t want. It hit during the third quarter. I cut left, planted, and rose for a mid-range jumper. The shot was clean, but when I landed, fire tore through my knee. For a split second, I thought it would buckle.

He can’t really be underestimated, he have such skills to turn the table around, a weapon for killing. “D*mn this!” X pulled out the knife on his thighs. The Cutthroat then walked frighteningly towards him. He was fully wounded, yet he was standing like there’s nothing at all. He really can't feel pain. That's the reason why he has stitches on his face. Hurting himself is his way to felt pain the feelings that normal human doesn't want to feel. Was all Cutthroats in Dark Moon like this crazy? If so, they were f*cking dangerous!

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

"Oh? She is a doctor at your hospital? She accidentally fell into a deep shaft. We just rescued her." Daniel froze. His gaze fell on my face. His mouth opened, then closed, as if he wanted to speak several times but stopped himself. It seemed he knew something. But in front of the police officers, he did not dare say another word. He could only silently pick up his instruments and carefully treat my wounds. The debridement and suturing process was clear and torturous. The cut on my forehead alone needed three stitches. My right leg was placed in a cast because of the fracture.

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?"

Curl was taken aback. Little Ben jumped on the back of the Cruk and cut the knife on it's skin, The Cruk screeched, and Little Ben pushed the knife inside it's body while still struggling to stay afloat as the Cruk was trying to throw him away from it's body. It only succeeded as the Knife cut through it's body, with strength, pain and anger it managed to throw out Little Ben from it's body, Little Ben hit his body on a hard rock.

“I can’t stay away from you.” I pulled the knife out, holding it to his throat. “You will not touch me. You will not come anywhere near my club. You need to go home.” “You can’t force me, buttercup.” “Try me.” He stepped forward again, pressing his throat into the knife edge. It cut into his skin, leaving a small trail of blood in its wake. It wasn’t a deep cut, normally he’d heal within a minute or two. But… the blade was silver, he was going to need help to heal that one, otherwise it would just keep bleeding.

This was exactly a case in point: they had just met last night, and he was now asking for help. However, it was not Crewcut speaking on the other end. "So you're the champion whom that kid thought so highly of? Show me what you've got to earn his respect, or are you afraid to tell me where you are?" Frank did a double take—was Crewcut dead already? And he actually celebrated a little. Guess that was five points off his Paragon meter. "What did you do to him?" Frank asked nonetheless. "Don't bother. Just name a place." Frank promptly did and soon heard a strange loud crack outside.

Philip closed the curtains of his room and sat down on the bed with his laptop. He had to find out who was responsible for the unjustified accusations against the CRUZ company. The company had suffered a further decrease in profit by seventy percent over the last few weeks. He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company.