Novelas y relatos de Four Cut Hero

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

Out of nowhere, Vivi lunged at me, a knife clenched in her hand. Harvey shouted, "WATCH OUT!" and threw himself between us. The sickening sound of metal hitting flesh echoed as his face twisted in pain, blood soaking his clothes. People around us screamed. Vivi's vicious glare crumbled into panic, her hands shaking. "Harvey! I didn't mean to hurt you! That wretch came back from the dead! I thought if I killed her, we could still have a future—"

I gripped my phone tightly in my hand as my tears began streaming down my face. The comments section erupted in joy at that. "LOL! Randy's the best! He would do anything to protect poor Evie from harm! He's so hot, oh, my God. I'm so happy and satisfied with everything he did!" "He should have done this a whole lot earlier! Cassidy doesn't even know how to behave herself. But now, she can't go abroad anymore and doesn't have a single penny to her name. Tsk, she had no other choice but to slink back and accept her fate now!"

He let out a deep breath, surprised by how emotional he felt. Sam bent over his laptop, quit Final Cut Pro X and dragged the files he’d edited out of their folder to bin them. He was about to do the same with the footage when something stopped him. He let the little icon hover over the trashcan and then he pulled it away. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t ready to get rid of it yet.

A video popped up from an unknown address, and she frowned as she took the phone. She tapped to play the video. On the screen, Tristan stood before the camera, his smile looking unnervingly pale. Behind him, two figures were bound to chairs, their bodies exposed. It was Delilah and Marvin. In front of him was a phone that was live-streaming the scene. He held a sharp dagger in his hand and walked toward Delilah, peeling the tape off her mouth. With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…"

Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut. When I got home, Scarlet was nearly shocked to see that all my hair was gone. "Vi! What did you do to your hair? Why is it now a buzz cut?" "It's more convenient that way," I said. The comments suddenly popped up on the screen. "As expected of the main character's sister. She's a step ahead of everyone else." "Exactly! Who would want to waste precious water to wash hair instead of drinking it?" "Everyone's going to get a buzz cut next time, regardless of their gender!"

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.

Instantaneously, he pulls out his other arm from behind his attacker, slashing a long deep gash on the assassin’s backside… Three points for me, dickhead! Instead of a scream, all Hero heard from his opponent was a long intake of breath and then the bastard was already standing steadily despite the deep bloody wound on his back. What the hell... For a moment, the young military man feels like he’s fighting his twin. The same style of recovery, the same cologne, almost the same knife skills… ”FREEZE motherfucker!” Hero pauses for a moment upon hearing the loud command coming from the back. That was his mistake…

I already did two cuts over his flesh but it wasn’t enough to make him bleed. “ Cut deeper! Deeper for the blood to flow, Victoria!” Alpha Zac commanded, his anger throwing over his glare in the rearview mirror. Shutting my eyes, I growled and did what he asked me to do. A deep cut run through Alpha King’s flesh, the tip of the sharp blades made it through his flesh and I let it stay before dragging it deep into the sides and watching the blood flow out of his body. It made me frozen. “ V-Victoria…..”