Cut It Off Book Novels & Stories

The moment she heard the commotion, she stood up. Without a proper examination, she glanced at me and declared, "I'm an OB-GYN! We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately, or the baby could suffocate!" With no disinfection or sterilization, she took a paring knife and sliced open my belly. Blood gushed out, drenching everything around me. Even though my eyes were closed and my body was unresponsive, I was fully conscious—I felt every bit of the pain. I felt her hands digging around inside my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

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."

I looked at him expectantly, hoping he would tell me this was all just a joke. After a long pause, Timothy finally spoke. "Cecil, stop saying these things. I know my limits. And from now on, we won't walk together anymore." Lucy heard that and shot me a contemptuous smile. I lowered my head and didn't look at them again, letting them walk past me. I knew that from that moment on, I lost a companion on the same path. Five months before the SAT, I already finished my first round of revision and begun filling in gaps.

I hissed. I ran at Silas. I didn't use a punch or a kick. I grabbed the leather-bound book from my pocket. It was still glowing with the purple and green light from the last chapter. I didn't throw it at him. I shoved the blue microchip, the one I had pulled from the Bryan-machine into the spine of the book. BZZZZT. The book didn't just grow this time. It opened a hole in the air. A massive, black vacuum started to suck in the gray dust. It was a "Delete" command, but it wasn't coming from the sky. It was coming from me.

“I mean it’s evident on the life size cutout in the bookstore there is two.” He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes as she stared at his waist and licked her lips. “Hey, lady, my eyes are up here. No. I do not have,” he cut himself off. “Wait a minute. Life size cut out?” “Yeah, it’s in the bookstore. Every time Perris Brooks has a release, we’re the first in line to get her book. We preordered this one and we heard there might have been a delay because there was an issue with the cover, but we were thrilled to know it was only a rumor. Well, will you sign it?”

and I couldn’t stop him before he makes a cut on his palm with the knife. Blood began dripping from his hand while I watch with a stunned expression. Right before my eyes, he takes up his hand to the collection of books and he lets his blood drop on one in particular. I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down.

"Burnin.." *Schlick!* The cutlass cut him down the back. *Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!* Three more cuts severed the Elder's spinal cord and legs. He fell down gasping for his breath. The cutlass combined and flew off to another Elder. Right towards the one that dealt with the daggers. "He will kill them." Ancestor Malicficent said. She hesitated to help but knew it would have ended badly if she didn't. Ren had crippled an Elder seriously. None were dead yet. "Cage Palm!"

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

"I am a consultant." "Same thing. Just... do it fast. Before I throw up." Cale didn't do it fast. He did it perfectly. He sliced the tape along the seam with a single, fluid motion. No jagged edges. No wasted movement. He opened the flaps. He pulled away the crumpled brown packing paper. The smell hit them instantly. New paper. Ink. Glue. The smell of permanence. Cale reached in. He lifted a book out. It was heavy.

She opened her eyes and picked up the blade, holding her thumb above the open pages, she cut it, and red blood trickled down her finger. It slowly pooled into a drop and fell down his thumb, splattering on the pages of the book. The blood was slowly absorbed by the pages of the book and then it disappeared. I waited for something to happen but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, I saw the book move. The dark book of magic began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the pillar. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Gwen threw her hands on either side of her and threw her head back.