Inanimate Insanity Knife X Suitcase Novels & Stories

And…is that a bread knife? I squint, leaning forward as far as my restraints will let me, just to be sure I’m not seeing things. But I’m not. It’s a knife. A fucking bread knife. Serrated and shiny under the dangling bulb. Right there–on a stainless cart a few inches away, like someone left it behind in a rush. “How can two adults be such careless idiots?” I mutter, breathless. I glance toward the door even though I can’t tell if it’s still closed or not. If I want to get out of here in one piece, then I have to take that risk.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

God, I’m going fucking crazy being here. I walk back to the bed and grab the knife I took at dinner from the nightstand. It’s made from the same material as everything else and is amazingly blunt, but I can use it as a weapon. Funny enough, it makes me feel safer having it close to me, so I vow to slip it into something I wear whenever I’m around one of those cunts.

When the lights turned on once again, there were already butchers wearing masks that were covered with blood in front of them. That made the three of them scream in chorus as they made their way out of the room in a state of panic and fear through the flickering of the dim lights. Sane felt Seleen, who was trailing behind him, grabbing the hem of his clothes, wanting to pull him. He didn’t exactly know why he did that, but he gently pulled Seleen’s arms in order for her to get out of there even before he could. She was already in front of him, and Sane could already feel the butcher chasing them from behind. “Faster, faster!” Haniel was already screaming, but they bumped against different o

She would not mind swinging it at them if the situation called upon. “Sit down. We are not here to harm you. Just a good chat would be amazing for both of us. Have a seat miss, I believe that is also another weapon of yours on the couch,” Artin blurted, pointing out the knife with his finger on the couch and shiny enough to notice from afar. “What kind of chat? Do we know each other? Your faces are completely new to me if I have my old consciousness,” Sussan said with a foggy brain that could not able to find the way out of the situation, so she was like blabbering unnecessarily.

The shadow jolts and falls aside toward the TV stand, where it disappears into the darkness. I manage to kick free of the blankets then scramble to my feet and adjust my grip on my knife. The blond stalks toward the television, his fingers curled tightly around his own dagger. His weapon puts my dinky switchblade to shame. It’s more like a fucking miniature machete than a pocketknife. I’m not used to having the smallest knife in the room. We wait in absolute silence broken only by the distant passing of cars. It’s wild to think that life outside is just trucking along while I’m battling a literal shadow in my motel room with my second mate after rumbling with my first mate in the woods.

my partner cut in. “No rush. It’s 3742. Good luck, Holmes and Watson.” “We don’t need your good luck, poop,” she spat and ended the call. She entered the passcode and we opened the gallery. As usual, there were two images. One is an image of a knife stabbed to the ground beside a short, fat tree and the other is an AMU student entering a café. Wait… I snatched the phone from her hand and zoomed in on the knife. Oh, hell. “It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.”

His laugh was not the laugh of violent arrogance, but the cruel laugh of a reality hacker. "I never waste lead on eternal junk," said The Heiress as she flipped her right hand in the air. Arthur, who was always alert by his side, pressed the release button on the titanium suitcases he had brought. The six giant suitcases opened. Viktor's eyes blinked. Inside the suitcase were not conventional bullets. But millions of pure coins made by central banks, necklace chains, medals, and serrated bullet blades, all of which, without exception, are made from 100% Pure Sterling Silver (Pure Silver).

“Tomorrow, we’ll be in Szol’s space. But we won’t land immediately—there are scanning protocols for security purposes. Once everything checks out, we’ll descend to the terminal. There, we’ll be scanned to make sure we didn’t bring back any contagious diseases or parasites.” “Parasites?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, I guess that makes sense. Nobody wants a parasite living inside them. It’s better to be cautious. Wait—can I bring my knife?” “Of course you can. It’s your weapon—you own it.” I grabbed the red knife resting on the bedside table. I looked at it closely and noticed small symbols carved into it that I hadn’t seen before. I’d forgotten all about what happened when I used the weapon bec

“This Villa- This Villa is ours! Please don't do this to me!” Her screams receded shortly, and a peaceful silence descended. Heidi sat on the couch, her heart trembling from almost being stabbed by a knife. The maid who had witnessed everything brought her a glass of water, her fingers shaking as she dropped the tray. “Madam, she's a real terror.” Heidi nodded in agreement. Tracy belonged to the mental asylum. She shouldn't be roaming freely among normal people. Who in the world walked around with a knife in their bag? Heidi took a sip of the water, one palm cuddling her bump gently.