Knife Drop Novels & Stories

"Love, can you taste this for me, please?" Kathleen didn't move still, not until she heard quick, sharp sounds of a knife chopping against the board and what she saw left her screaming.

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

Isaac gave it to him during second year of college. "Yes," K mumbled, also sounding like she didn't want to go to work. She was just in her bras and underwear, sitting on Jesse's bedroom floor. "You said you're going out, too, anyway." She said blankly, not looking at Jesse. She grabbed for the pair of scissors beside her and started to cut through the neckline of the shirt. She stopped halfway and turned the blades of the scissors to a 45 degree angle, cutting it down to the center and stopping at the top of the bosom area. She did exactly the same on the other side. It cut a large triangular hole and now looked like a plunging v-neck sleeveless shirt, the hanging neckline string now lookin

“This is not happening.” “Oh, it’s happening,” Kylan said with a grin, crossing his arms. His tattoos shifted with the movement, drawing my unwilling attention. “And you should thank us. You looked like you could use a decent meal.” “I don’t need anything from you,” I snapped, my face heating as I realized I was still holding the knife. Kieran raised an eyebrow. “Planning to use that, or are you just trying to make a point?” I looked down at the knife in my hand and quickly shoved it back into my bag. “Shut up.”

Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand. The empty hand pressed the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife made of nanomaterials automatically retracted and deformed it was still a knife, but it became a short knife with a little width Su Nian laughed like a successful little fox, and opened his mouth to make a mouth shape: "I don't want to die?" The man's eyes finally fell on her exactly, and his brows were furrowed, as if to say-don't stay here if you die, or else-don't get my knife dirty. It wouldn't mean anything good anyway.

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

When I didn’t explain any further, Kade out a sigh. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you?” He stood up again, holding my gaze. “I’m already dead. You can’t kill what’s already gone.” My voice sounded flat now, and I meant every word. Kade walked over to the cart and began picking up different tools and placing them back down. “You know, I think we are going to play some more.” He picked up a paring knife. The overhead lights reflect on the flawless metal. “I didn’t take you for someone who likes to play with their food.” I muttered.

I thought yesterday was bad. I was wrong. Today, Kael handed me a knife. Not wooden. Not blunt. Real steel. Cold, heavy, and sharp enough to make my stomach twist. “Rule one,” he said, flipping the knife in his hand like it weighed nothing. “Never pick it up unless you’re ready to use it.” I stared at the blade. “I’m not ready.” “Good,” Kael said. “Because you’re not supposed to be yet.

Bone cracked. "Fuck!" he screamed. "Talk." "I don’t know anything, I swear—" I drove the crowbar into his kneecap. He howled. "Matteo, gag him." Matteo obeyed without a word. A thick cloth was shoved into Jules' mouth. He trembled, eyes wild with fear. I dropped the crowbar and pulled a knife from my belt. The blade gleamed. "You see this? Damascus steel. Custom made. It'll take your skin clean off."

The skin beneath it was red, almost purple. “You still got your magic bolt?” I shot out. “No.” His brows pulled. “But…” his gaze flicked toward the floor near my feet. “Glass.” Shards of the broken window littered the space. A few pieces were big enough to serve as a discount knife. I grabbed one shaped like a triangle. The tip gleamed, sharp enough that my finger almost paid the price. “Perfect. We’re upgrading to a DIY package.” “Dianna.” Erick sucked a breath. “One wrong move and you’ll slice a vein.”