Novel & Cerita Jagged Edge All Original Parts: Volume 1

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm. Husky showed no indication of stopping his taste tests of the blood coming out of the scrapes on my body. I stood there, trying to recall whatever it was I learned from the self-defense lessons Ben had convinced me to take part in. I had no idea if they would work against vampires, but I figured it was worth a shot – if only just to stun them so I could make a run for it. It was wishful thinking, but it was the best I had.

And for the first time in a long time, Salvador felt truly alive. At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Salvador straight through the chest. The surge of happiness he had just experienced only moments ago had turned into something entirely different—something sharp, something unexpected. His body, once strong despite his age, suddenly felt foreign to him. A strange, stabbing sensation spread through his chest, catching him off guard. His grip on the receiver tightened as his heart pounded erratically, as if it were struggling against an unseen force. The room around him began to shift, the once-stable floor beneath his feet seeming to waver. A wave of dizziness washed

The three beds were lined up along one wall, with desks and a fridge on the other side so someone could sleep even if another was studying. “I think coming here was the best decision I’ve made,” I said enthusiastically. “If that’s how you feel, I’m glad,” Dad smiled. “I should get going. Take care of yourself, son,” he said, hugging me. “I will,” I replied as he left. I started unpacking when my roommate arrived. “Hey,” said a short red-haired guy. “I’m Eddie.” “John. Call me Jay,” I said, shaking his hand before continuing to unpack.

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

A silver knife glinted in the dark, as the moon poured in through the sound proofed window, just before it cut through the girl's skin and she let out a bone rattling wail. The young girl began crying.... Begging. She swore to do whatever he wanted. But the pleas fell on deaf ears. The man seemed to enjoy the torture. Slowly, he dragged the blade through her lips and across her left cheek. He did the same to her right cheek. With the gore slipping through the gash on the girl's face, she might be mistaken for a female version of the Joker. She let out a throaty sob, her mouth had been rendered immobile by the incision. This outcome seemed to please the burly man, for he smiled. His smile was

Larry, “Boss, we got those guys.” “Good says take them to my dungeon.” As Lucifer dismisses them, “Larry, stay. I need to talk to you.” “Yes, boss?” “Well, since you did exceptionally well on that trip to Iraq and found these bastards who hurt my son. I got you something.” As they walked out to the garage, which was covered with a rug, “that's yours.” Larry pulled off the rug, revealing a diamond black JAGUAR XRJR-15.”

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

I reached out and took a deep breath, trying to force my mind to stay blank. My cheek was still throbbing, a dull ache spreading beneath the skin where the folder had struck me. I used the dull pain to anchor myself, keeping my eyes fixed on the fine print as I began to read through the numbers. My left hand moved slowly, tracing the lines of the contract, searching for the exact spot where the tariff adjustment had been missed. I picked up my pen, pressing the tip against the paper to write down the corrected figures. But before the ink could even touch the page, a sudden, heavy numbness crept down my forearm.

With a quick two steps, Dave closed the gap between himself and Rufus, and calling on everything he had ever learned on inflicting pain, he began to unload hell. Dave was intimately familiar with which body parts could be injured quickly, and efficiently, and using that knowledge, Dave stomped his heel into Rufus’s left knee. The snapping sound coming from the joint told Dave more than the howl of agony that was torn from Rufus’s throat. Dave had just hyper-extended the joint, the delicate tendons and ligaments being wrenched far beyond their limits, as Greg tumbled to the floor.