Cut Novel Novels & Stories

I need him to get closer to me. And so I take the knife and puncture the guy's lungs out. he starts to scream but then no sound comes out. they made sure that he was open-his whole cartilage- and yet he can't die. I cut his heart out, not showing my skills at all, could have made it cleaner, but I make it blunt, and messy like someone who has never done this in her life. Then hold it out to cole, who looks a little surprised when I stretch it out to him.

"I have something to attend to, so you clean up after yourself." After that, he and Valerie took off their surgical gowns and left the operating theater. The nurse gave me some painkillers and told me to rest for a while before leaving. When I left the operating theater, I saw that Chuck's office door was shut. I had no idea where he was; he didn't even bother sparing me a glance before leaving. I knew his so-called work was just an excuse for him to spend time with Valerie. I headed home and went to the kitchen to make some oatmeal. I only felt better after drinking it. I checked my phone to see that I didn't have any unread messages.

I started a dungeon furnace and roasted my dagger in the fiery fire. Ithra was always handy with a dagger. She would be glad to have his dick cut off using her favourite weapon. Maybe she would wake up at his howls after I did the needful. I had to try. The knife roasted a solid thirty minutes before I felt it was good enough. With a little rag, I picked it up and headed for Cole who shook his head, horror in his eyes. “Please, don’t do it.” His pleas were music to my ears, as well as his screams of pain when I eventually cut it off. It’s not like he had use for it anyway. I held my sizzled knife and placed it at the tip of his manhood.

"I need to get a clear view of the cut." "Cut?" I repeated. "It's a little more than a cut, Blake. You should know considering you stabbed me." "I said it was an accident," Blake muttered and I watched as he cut my jeans down to mid thigh. Once he had cut away the jeans covering my wound he cut through the blood soaked bandages and chucked them on the floor. My leg was a bloody mess and Blake sighed as he wiped most of the blood away with a wipe. "Stitches have ripped, you'll need new ones."

With a trembling hand, CUT wrote his name, his eyes stung from the pain, he didn’t know that this woman was really mad. Just when he thought his task was done, Emma picked up another pencil and hit it at the side of his throat, making him choke all of a sudden. THUMP CUT fell from the chair whimpering in pain, his throat was pierced with a pencil so was his palm, Emma took predatory steps towards him with a smile of contentment. “You hurt someone I love truly, how did you expect me to not make you feel the same pain, huh?” “AHH…” CUT shrieked in pain while Emma pulled out the pencil from his hand making it bleed tremendously. His shouts were unheard by the people outside because of the rehea

"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.

Kaden asked, as he reached for the knife from the elder. I shook my head quickly. “No. I want to go first.” He raised a brow, probably surprised, but didn’t say anything. He handed the knife to me and held out his palm. I looked at his hand, held the knife tightly, and without thinking twice, I made the cut. It wasn’t a soft cut and I pressed harder than I needed to. The knife sliced deep into his skin, and I saw his hand twitch in pain. He gritted his teeth as the blood quickly flowed from the cut.

Don opened up some sort of red document on the table in front of us. It has both my name and his boldly written on it. He really had it all planned out. He retrieved a small pocket knife and held out his hands for me to put mine in them. I give it to him even though I was scared of the sharp knife that would cut through my skin. "This is going to hurt" "Gee... thanks for making me feel better about som---ahhhh!" I felt a sharp cut on my thumb before I could complete my words. And it hurt real bad.

“Get out.” Then, with a decisive flick of her wrist, she produced a pair of shears and, without a moment’s hesitation, cut Giovanni’s shirt open, ripping through the bloodied fabric until he was bare-chested on the bed. His skin was pale, muscular, marred by the angry red gashes.

It was empty and quiet. Without thinking, I pulled out the knife I kept hidden under my coat and crouched beside the car. Psssshhhh. The first tire made a loud hiss as air escaped from it. I pulled the knife out of the tire and forced it back into it again with every ounce of strength in me. I slashed it back and forth. Three times. Each slice felt like tearing away a memory.