Novel & Cerita Cut Beyond

Abel was stunned as he exclaimed, "That's impossible! This card has no limit. It's still under As—" He then abruptly turned to me and demanded, "Was it you?" At this point, I saw no need to preserve their dignity any longer. I let out a cold laugh and replied, "Yes. I canceled it. "This is my supplementary card. If I don't want you to use it, you can't. What are you going to do about it?" Before my words even settled, Cora pouted and clung to Abel's arm. "Abel, you have to handle this properly. I saw several bags I wanted to buy."

He sighed, and then jerked his sleeve upwards. Cameron had cut himself. My heart jumped in my throat and a wave of dread washed over me — as I surely hadn't expected to find five or six or so parallel lines marked in red, surrounded by pink skin where the golden boy had so mercilessly cut his skin. The cuts were on his skin — yet I felt their sting at the edges of my heart, yet I could still feel the pain humming through my veins. The cuts weren't deep in his skin but they etched & burned deep into my mind.

“You’re insane.” “Probably.” His eyes held mine, a desperate, unwavering plea. “Please, Victoria. Vicki. Let it be yours. Let it be true.” He applied pressure, forcing the point of the blade against the ‘B’. I felt the resistance of skin, then the give. A bead of blood welled. A sound escaped him, half-gasp, half-sob. He moved our hands, dragging the blade through the tattoo, a brutal, jagged excision. It was not a neat removal. It was a mutilation. Blood streamed down his chest, over his abdomen, staining his trousers.

Amplified by Fate. The universe hadn't created the trap. Kieran had. But the universe had seized the opportunity. "Stop," Cale said. "I'm in the middle, Cale. I can't stop." "Don't take another step." Cale crouched down on the swaying planks. He looked at the main support knot on the left handrail. It had been cut. Not all the way. Just enough. The inner fibers were frayed, hanging by a thread. "He cut it," Cale whispered.

And now you're telling me real men fight fair and square? 'Tsk. Truly, when shamelessness reaches its peak, it becomes invincible. 'Whatever. It's not worth arguing about.' With a thought, Ray launched another spatial severing slash. Cyrus clearly sensed danger but had no way to block it. All he could do was twist his head aside. Fortunately, he dodged just in time. The slash cut through his hair—but his hair had already been ironized, so the blow did nothing. Ray chuckled and sent out another spatial severing slash.

After knowing him for such a short time, a life without him seemed impossible. “Almost there. I need to be careful and make sure the cuts are clean. We don’t want scar tissue forming.” The doctor said as he handed Justin another instrument. “We’re almost there.”

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

“Do you know the trauma that was inflicted to me when my parents passed on? When I had to survive alone with Aunt Margaret?” I let the tears drop, causing Bryan to stare with pity.

Maybe she had. “Hold still,” Ambrose said, snipping the scissors in the air with a little sneer. “I’d hate to slip.” He caught the neckline between two fingers and cut. The shears went in clean, slicing a long diagonal line from my collarbone down toward my ribs, opening the fabric wider than it had ever been meant to go. Cold air hit my skin and I made myself not flinch, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction. He cut again at the hem, slitting the skirt up past my knee, then stepped back to look at what he’d done.

He needed the maximum length possible to stop the metsubushi from reaching harmful proximity but if the chain was too long or too short, he would miss the target altogether. The sharp edge of the scythe cut through the egg shell in midair, breaking it and freeing its contents closer to Ganzorig than to Temujin. “Ahhh,” the bounty hunter screamed as he went down to his knees, rubbing his eyes but only making the pain worse.