Cut Novel Novels & Stories

I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar figure. Wade. Recently released. One leg dragged badly. It was the one the loan sharks had broken years ago and never healed right. He was standing in the snow in a thin, worn-out jacket, handing out flyers, bowing slightly to every person who passed. When he saw me step out of the car, he went rigid. The flyers scattered from his hand. He turned and tried to move away on his bad leg. "Wade." He stopped. His whole body shook once. He turned back slowly, his eyes full of fear, shame, and something that looked like the end of a very long road.

Thank God to whoever decides to take them off. The cigar cutter goes on his pinky toe before clamp it shut around the toe. His toe is too thick for a pinky toe. It takes some effort before his bone gives way. His scream is so loud that I end up covering my ears. The pinky toe that has been extracted is kept in a jar as a reward. That felt exciting and I can't wait to do it again. I stand up and pull the knife from where it was sticking out in his body I stab him in the other side before ordering he should be tied in a chair.

“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.

“We’ve got time.” The material of her panties was in my way, limiting my full access and keeping me from feeling her the way I wanted. I needed more. So I had to improvise. I pulled out my nail cutter, its metallic surface catching a spark on her face as I positioned it carefully between her legs. With precise movements, I slipped the sharp edge under the skirt at the side of her pants, applying just enough pressure to slice through the material. The material resisted for a moment before giving way, the cut widening as I guided the tool upward. Just as I was about to continue, the nail cutter slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor with a soft clatter.

He leaned back on his elbows as his breathing escalated. “I’m so glad you fell in love with Cato Marino. Who knew it would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me?” “And the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” I subtly pulled the knife from my hair then while he breathed through the pleasure. Then I pressed the blade against his shaft and severed it from his body—like the cold-hearted bitch that I was. “That’s for Cato.” Blood squirted everywhere, and he let out a scream.

She must have known this herself as she gazed weakly up at him with her only working eye. Looking around briefly, Alex spotted the knife that Caine had dropped earlier. He picked it up, knowing exactly what he had to do. Fighting the hesitation, Alex used the knife to carefully cut the material of Rowan’s garment to reveal the wound. He recoiled as soon as he saw it and how much discomfort it was causing her.

“I can do this” I grabbed the scissors and moved to the first man. “I am sorry. I will try to be gentle.” I whisper before cutting his clothes. “Ah, it hurts” The man cursed loudly, but I continued to cut, getting rid of the fabric that was now stuck to his skin. I could see his wolf struggling to heal him, but failing miserably.

She smiled tight, lipped and went out after giving Falcone the bottle of medicine. He picked up the scissors and cut off the side of Nandini's kurti, then he also used scissors around the wound. He cut Nandini's kurti from her shoulder and his eyes remained the same. Her pink skin was weakening Falcone's intentions Falcone took the scissor and cut her shoulder clothed sleeve till wound. Aspan was right she was crying because of pain he poured some medicine around the wound and cut the area around. He was cursing Alicia mentally

I get up on my knees and turn my back to him, folding my legs. I hear the rustling of fabrics as he takes off his jacket, throwing the thick leather next to me onto the bed. LeBlanc grabs the strap of the satin blouse I'm wearing. He uses the switchblade to cut it. It's all happening so slowly, but at the same time, fast enough that my mind can't process it. He cuts off the second suspender, then the shirt falls apart, puckering at my waist.

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.