Novel & Cerita Heartbeats Knife

They had always been present, witnesses to the gruesome spectacle as I plunged the knife into the chests of their friends, extracting their hearts with a chilling ease. The fear etched on their faces filled me with a twisted joy. As I raised the knife to strike the pup, he shut his eyes and surrendered, his body going limp in acceptance of his grim destiny. With a brutal thrust, I drove the blade into him, and the children's screams pierced the air. Blood erupted from his wound, painting the ground, while a sinister smile spread across my lips, watching as his body thrashed in its final moments. The atmosphere shifted abruptly, and it was time to extract his heart. Just then, his closed eyes

He smirks at me as he grips it, flipping it in the air as I watch. My heart races and my pussy clenches as I imagine him using it on me the way I used it on myself, the way I like…so fucking deadly and hard. Leaning down with it, he drags the flat edge between my bare breasts to my belly button. He turns it, pressing the sharp end there until I stop breathing so I don’t cut myself. “You want to be fucked raw? You’ve got it,” he snarls, then turns the knife and drags the sharp edge back up the valley between my breasts, lightly enough not to cut but hard enough to leave a stinging pink line that has my head dropping back as I thrust my neglected chest at him.

For a heartbeat, I didn’t fully register what she was doing. Then I saw it. A knife, small, silver, wickedly sharp, glinting like a sliver of moonlight and doom. My breath lodged in my throat. Panic shot through me like lightning. She raised the blade, her eyes narrowing, and in a heartbeat she lunged, aiming straight for my face. Reflex took over, I jerked my head to the side, but not fast enough. The knife bit into my cheek.

I momentarily glanced to see he still had his eyes closed, as I slipped my hand beneath the pillow… Now, I continued to tease my way down his body onto his chest, my fingertips teasing lower, moans coming harder, his eyes closed as he allowed himself to give into the pleasure I was bringing him. And I chose that moment to take the knife and stab him through the chest. Hard and fast where his heart would be... Blake's eyes opened instantaneously, wide… a blank but pained expression… as I pulled the knife out and stabbed again, as Blake began to splutter. Yet, he did not seem to fight…

Today, I choose something else. I open the secure locker and take out a Heckler & Koch MP7. It’s compact, rapid-fire, and designed to punch through body armor. I load a magazine and check the action. I grab a combat knife as well. Six inches of matte black serrated steel, and sheath it on my belt. I catch my reflection in the glass of the gun cabinet. I look like a killer. I don't look like a husband. And that’s fine. Because right now, Eve doesn't need a husband. She needs a beast to stand at the gate and bare his teeth.

he murmured, “then do it.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I won’t hate you for it.” Ruby leaned in close, so close he could feel her breath. “Shut up,” she said softly. “You’ve lived long enough.” Her hand shot forward. The knife plunged deep into his chest, straight toward his heart. Hector gasped, the pain white-hot, ripping through him like fire. His body sagged instantly, helpless. Ruby held onto his neck with one arm, steadying him as he bled, her other hand gripping the knife as she pushed it deeper.

Thread by thread, the web closes. Inevitable. Inevitable. I let the smile return as the city’s heartbeat pulsed below me. The smile that does not waver, because it does not need to. The knife was already in motion. Quiet, unseen. And soon, it would cut.

The neckless bounced and the third hand on the clock moved twice as the large hunter with a braided beard pulled a five-inch blade from his belt and aimed for Kade. “No!” I slide between Kade and the hunter, but it was too late. The knife cut into Kade’s abdomen. It was as if I was possessed again. I kicked the knife out of his hand and smashed my size five sneaker into his knee. I moved faster than anyone else. My mate dropped to the floor and the other hunters quickly took out the other betas. I knocked out the other hunter. He was a big guy but smaller than the other one cradling his broken knee on the floor.

His thoughts changed to sex first and he kept kissing my neck. "Aren't you going to bite me?" I purred, and his thoughts instantly became jumbled, he was confused and flustered, giving me just enough time to unsheathe my blade and drive it straight into his chest. He made a gurgling sound and tried to grab the knife but it was too late. The silver had already penetrated his heart and he was slowly dying.

I got one palm against her sternum and felt it—heartbeat, thready, slow, a drum being played by an old man down the hall. “Stay down,” I said, and she gave me one quick nod that nearly undid me. The butter knife lay at her boot, the fake-silver handle dull with her fingerprints and his welts. Silver hurts, Pierce said, almost surprised. Even dull. I kicked it farther under the chair with the toe of my boot. Then Robbie hit me.