Cut Novel Novels & Stories

He picked up the scissors. He didn’t cut her gown off. He was methodical. He slid the cold blades under the neckline and snipped, the sound obscenely loud. He cut straight down the front, then along each sleeve. He peeled the ruined fabric away from her body, letting it fall to the sides, leaving her naked and pinned under the open back of the garment. The cool air raised goosebumps on her flesh. “Now,” he said, taking the medical tape. “To minimize interference.”

Blood began to pour. The scream that followed was pure agony. “FUCK! Boss! PLEASE! I'll never do it again. I…I was stupid. The devil made me do it.” "Even the devil knows better than to mess with me." I smirked. "I swear I…." “You ever heard of the falcon cut?” I asked, crouching in front of him, my was voice almost gentle. “It’s what cartels used back in the old days. You peel the skin off the back, strip it like feathers. You don’t die fast. You die conscious. And aware. I've been meaning to try that method for a while now.”

Ties folded with precision. Of course. He controlled everything. Down to the inch. I opened one of his drawers, my hands trembling and my heart pounding. There it was. A pair of scissors. My fingers wrapped around the cold metal, and without thinking, I grabbed the first neatly pressed shirt I could find and sliced straight through the fabric. One cut. Then another. And another. Shirt after shirt. Jacket. Sweater. Tie. Nothing was safe. The scissors tore through expensive silk, cotton, and wool like they were paper. Pieces fluttered to the floor like ashes.

“I think everyone knows Katie went too far. Even her friends are shocked.” I took the scissors and surveyed myself. Then I picked up a huge piece of fabric from my skirt and began cutting. I cut off the entire stain and looked at what was left. I then twirled, cut, twirled and cut. I threaded the needle and sewed some fabric pieces on randomly and then fashioned a bow out of what was left.

His sleeve had been shredded by Tucker's saber, exposing his entire arm and making it easier to see his injury. On his forearm was a shallow cut about 3cm long. The cut was already healing, and the blood had ceased flowing out of the wound. This was the reason why Mane was so excited. His punch had merely stopped Alucard's daggers, but Tucker's saber was different. The weapon was as slippery as an eel and escaped his defense to pierce his forearm. However, Mane's defense was much greater than what Tucker's saber could overcome, and the weapon was only able to deal minor damage.

Her fingers slipped. A sharp stab of pain cut through the daydream. She let out a muffled cry and pulled her hand back. A thin line of scarlet blood welled up from her thumb, where the skin had met the sharp grater. She had cut herself. She, Savanah Phillips, who handled razor-sharp chef's knives like extensions of her own fingers, had cut herself on a grater due to distraction.

“Amelia, you need to understand. These people are going to be mad at you. I don’t want you to get hurt. Please, you need to tell us if anyone comes” I nodded my head, “Ok, I’m sorry. I will tell you” He smiled, “Thank you, So what are we having for lunch?” “Pumpkin soup, but I cut my finger” I lifted my finger up towards his face to show him. “Hmm, alright. Guess I’m cutting the rest of the pumpkin then!” I chuckled and handed him the knife. He started to cut the pumpkin and I sorted out the pot. I began to put the already cut pieces into the water as it boiled. He wrapped his arms around me while I slowly stirred the pot.

’ He screams unto his conscious mind as he immediately jolts back up, shaking his head and trying to convince himself to run away from the thoughts and words that are making him shiver in disbelief. To the night that changes and snapping something out unto his mind by which he cannot tell what, all that is clear is that he has all the reason and conviction to lay a verdict and a fault to the person who cut their vacation short. After that night in the cruise and the truce that supposed to be the way for peace and treaty only becomes the spark that made him curse Clay’s very existence and destiny’s play of letting him meet him. To the very day after that night where he forced Andrea and Bea o

Carly stomps her foot with disappointment. When he comes back, he rolls something out on a table. I don’t even have the energy to look. “You maybe to wet for burning, but moisture is good for cutting.”" I don’t know what he is doing or where he is planning on doing it, but I know he is going to cut me somewhere. He runs a knife simultaneously ten times over the back of my left calf. I gasp as he cuts me. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. Not until he rubs something into the wound, then it just burns, which intensifies after a few seconds.

I casually asked. "I think so," Sebastian answered. "But they'd have a hard time balancing and all." "Okay," I said, kneeling down once more. "Hold him down, Sebastian." Sebastian quickly held Alpha Nathan down while I held on to one of his toes. I unhesitatingly cut off his big toe, causing him to scream. "That sliced off easier than I thought. This knife seems to be really sharp." "No! No more, please!" Alpha Nathan shouted. "I'll answer!"