Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

Does she not know that Adrian has been begging me not to leave him? My phone vibrates in my pocket. I slip it out and see Adrian’s name, the knife that’s lodged in my heart twisting at the sight.

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…

They’ll have to see what they’ve done. He lifts the knife, holds it over his wrist. ZEKE (V.O.): Would this... kill me fast enough? Or would I just bleed... for hours... until someone walks in and ruins it all? He hesitates. Then raises the knife to his chest, trembling. ZEKE (V.O.): Maybe the heart. If I hit it right... it’ll end quickly. He pauses, frowning. ZEKE (V.O.): But... what if the blade sticks?

Her chest reacted again. Sharp. Sudden. She grabbed the table. “What is this…” she whispered. Her heart was beating faster now. Faster than before. And she did not know why. Back in the medical room, The machine started reacting. The numbers increased rapidly. The doctor’s eyes widened. “Sir,your heart rate,” “I can see it,” Adrian said calmly. But his gaze was focused. Sharp. “Record the pattern,” he added. “Yes, sir.” The machine continued beeping faster.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

When he tried punching her, she dodged it and used the opportunity to bring out her knife. The moment he turned to her, she stabbed him in the heart and sunk her claws brutally into his eyes. “Argh!!!” He screamed as the silver burned his heart, the pain in his eyes was agonizing, and he couldn't defend the inserter because the Silver had weakened him. He tried pulling it out, but Phoebe continued pushing the knife further and further through his heart. “ Argh!” He writhed on the floor as she removed her claws and released him.

He trusted me completely now. “Perfect.” I kissed him deeply as he fucked me, moaning into his mouth, clenching my pussy around him the way he loved. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate. He was about to come. My hand slid down his back, then reached for the knife I’d hidden under the cushion of the nearby lounge chair hours earlier. As his head fell back and he roared, flooding my womb with hot, thick cum, I drove the blade straight into his side — right between the ribs, up into his heart.

I watched him take out a large knife from my drawer that I had never seen before and writhed in pain when he began using it to carve out shapes on my body. The cuts sizzled because the knife was made of silver. There was this crazed look in his eyes, he looked like a lunatic. I cried out in pain as he began pressing the knife deeper and making weird shapes on my thigh, stomach and chest. He suddenly pressed the knife really deep to the side of my ribs, exactly where my heart was. Before my eyes rolled into my head, the last thing I saw was his face, smiling as he made a bloody mess on my body.