Cutter X Novels & Stories

He asked, appearing above one of the shelves where the discs were placed. "Hell, Mr. Fitcher, you scared me.” I jumped back when I saw his face before me "I... I was just, hmm... fighting with the box.” I replied stammering and trying not to look so nervous, "but it doesn't want to open up.” "Maybe it would open if you used one of these to break the seals.” explained my boss, handing me a cutter, "I think it would make your life easier, Mr. Sanders.” If I stabbed him with the cutter, would he bleed? I wondered mentally.

We're just getting started. "No." I grip his hair with my fingers. "Keep going." "Are you sure about this?" "I've never been surer of anything in my entire life." Cutter is a man on a mission as he goes back to work on my body. His confident fingers take care of the shirt covering my torso, throwing it beside us. Those same fingers unbutton my shorts, shoving his hand in between the denim and the lace of my underwear. When he touches my clit, I scream.

He brought it to his lips and licked the blood away. Then, he cracked his neck, and his eyes turned blood red. The Rogue's strong aura leaked out, as he pounced once again. After a few rounds of fighting, Cutter was losing the fight. With one hard kicked from Enzo, Cutter was knocked onto a low wall beside the road, shattering the wall completely. Rolling onto the ground, Cutter spat out a large mouthful of blood. He stood on shaky legs, clutching his chest, his face twisted with hatred and fury.

Even so, he drops X when a bullet penetrated his hand. “Brother!” Y shouted in the earpiece. X immediately coughed nonstop. After filling his lungs with oxygen he quickly kicked the Cutthroat on his waist without making him recover and attack. The Cutthroat steps countless times backwards. But as soon as he did it, he felt a sting on his both thigh and saw a sharp knife piercing on it. “Sh*t! When did he stab me?” Instantly, he fell on the ground not feeling his legs. Recovering to his standing the cutthroat, cackled at them once again. He can’t really be underestimated, he have such skills to turn the table around, a weapon for killing.

the Adjuster shrieked, the other three units lunging forward, their standardization irons humming as they swept toward the tree. But Xander didn't let them reach the bark. He reached out and grabbed the leader's steel rod with his bare hands, his palms smoking as the high-frequency violet current tore through his bandages. The orange light beneath his chest didn't flare into an empire's fire; it remained a deep, concentrated ember that focused entirely into his grip, melting the polished steel of the tool into a useless, twisted loop of zinc and lead. "We are the remainder!" Xander roared, his voice breaking the violet haze as he hurled the blinded unit back toward the aluminum gangplank of

At the moment when the energetic shield matrix of the machine is grounded mud touched, there was a loud, squeaking bang. The shield in a dazzling blue spark rain and fell out. “Now!” I called and pulled my thermal Vibro cutter. I jumped on the back of the shrubbing machine, rammed the high frequency Blade deep into the neck area behind the sensor phalanx and pulled it with all force through the primary control cables. Clicking suffocated immediately. The red lights are extinguished, and with a last,

Xandra said pulling away the nail cutter from his hand while the boys stared "that innocent girl you are talking about just broked my 1.3 million dollars, something that can afford her whole family and entire generation and there will still be some change left, now give me back my nail cutter before I use it on you" he said angrily while Xandra throw the nail cutter far away from him

Philip closed the curtains of his room and sat down on the bed with his laptop. He had to find out who was responsible for the unjustified accusations against the CRUZ company. The company had suffered a further decrease in profit by seventy percent over the last few weeks. He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company.

Nick says picking up the brittle looking cutters. He walked back to Nick and held them up. “These are not very sharp, but I think we can get them to work.” Nick takes them and tries to open the cutters. He barely got them loose and started to walk back to the truck for some wd-40. He sprayed the cutters and grabbed a knife sharpener. Once the cutters moved freely he started to sharpen the blades.

“Cutter exchanged his life for hers, didn’t he? That’s why he was calling.” Cage nodded grimly as he started the truck. “He made the deal less than an hour ago. The gunman allowed him to say his final goodbyes to his family and relay his demands to the police.” “What does he want?” Not that it really mattered, but she had to know how much time Cutter had left. “A black Camaro with a full tank of gas, ten thousand in unmarked bills, and two fifths of Jack Daniels.” The man didn’t sound like he had his priorities straight. “Nothing else?”