Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

My arms were trembling in my grip, and it tugged at my heart, but I needed to be stern if I wanted to save her life. She sniffed, her heart rate spiking up and going like crazy as I brought the knife close to her arm. The sharp tip was pressing into her skin and making a clean vertical incision on her arm. "Ahh..." She whimpered, her cry of pain muffled by a piece of cloth that I had no idea how it got there in the first place. I dug my fingers into the cut, fleshing my way around, till I came in contact with the tiny object. I brought it out, and it was beeping like crazy, indicating that it had just a little time left.

My Kevlar took most of the force and he hissed in pain when his foot connected with my vest. While he was stumbling around, I took the opportunity to get to my feet. Still holding the knife in my hand, I lunged at him, grabbing him around the neck and drove the knife into his abdomen. I felt his body twitch at the sudden stabbing of the knife. I kept my grip around his neck, pulled the knife out and stabbed him in the lungs. He began wheezing trying to catch his breath. Blood was pouring from his mouth as he looked at me. A smirk came across my face as I pulled the knife out and stabbed him in the chest, pushing it as far as I could into his heart.

It felt fucking euphoric. I smirked. "Eric is alive. You lost," I said and his eyes flashed anger and confusion. I roughly pulled the knife out from his neck which caused blood to splatter on me, but I remained unfazed. He choked violently on his blood and started to convulse on the floor. I pressed the sharp tip of the knife against his chest. Then I slowly pushed it into his heart, watching him cry out in pain. Soon, I heard a small sound and his heart stopped beating as his body went lifeless. I twisted the knife deeply.

Alexander looked around and reduced his breathing as if his breathing would be heard and anyone who removed that knife, would charge at him. His heart began to beat fast as he knew that there was only a 50% chance that he would he able to win against someone who held a knife or something sharper than that.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

He smirked. Drake wanted to speak but left, no doubt Beast had mind linked him about something, maybe he told him to bring something that would killed me since he asked if got a death wish or not. Few minutes later Drake return with an rejection and I scotted around fearfully,the despite that I wanted to die, I didn't want to die, I had bearly taken a few steps when the Beast grab me and injected it into my arm. I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened.

"We were so in love..." "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you, Lorenzo!" My tears fell onto her face. "Don't hate me... please don't hate me..." My hands went to my belt. I would be inside her. I would erase him. I would brand her all over again as mine. She would remember who she belonged to. But in that moment, a sharp, searing pain bloomed in my chest. I looked down. A small, silver blade was buried to the hilt in my ribs. Her blade. The one I gave her for protection.

🌹 43 🌹 “Fuck!” Ajay ran into the room when he noticed what went wrong. “How did this happen?” He quickly pressed the emergency button and soon after, a doctor and some nurses rushed in. Joan laid unconscious with the tears still fresh down her ears. Ajay sadly looked at her as he was ushered out of the room. “What is happening?” Abel soon arrived. “I don't know.” Ajay was panicking. “I came in and saw the heart monitor was unplugged and..and,,, and s-she was there..”

Such a wussy, can't believe Simran slept with this coward. “You are Black Heart.” the girl muttered. I didn't reply to her. My focus was on my prey. “Stanley. A few years ago, you violated my soulmate. You committed a sin against me and against God. I have come as a punishment unto you. If you had not committed this great sin, I would not have come to you. But rejoice oh sinful one, for today you shall make atonement for your great sin.” I said to him as I took a dagger from my suit pocket. The S dagger was invented in 2003 by the Americans. It's also known as the Butterfly knife.