Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

His whole body was tense. It wasn’t a weapon, not a real one. It was a black plastic comb. Julian was filing the tail end of it, grinding it down to a nasty, sharp point. “Amore,” Caesar said, voice soft. “What is that?” Julian didn’t look up. He tested the point on his thumb. A little red dot appeared. He wiped it away. “Cerberus will have detectors and they will find metal and wires.” He held the comb up. It still just looked like a comb.

I maneuvered it into my shoe and picked up the pocket knife again. "Hurry it up, we don't have all day," One of the rogues huffed. I rose up, placing the pocket knife into the bag. "Sorry about that." The rogue inspected the weapons and then turned his gaze to me. He eyed me, a suspicious look on his face. My heart was racing as his gaze scaled my body from head to toe. Did he find out about the smaller knife I had hidden in my shoe. After a while, he tore his eyes away from me and began to walk away. I let out a shaky sigh, relieved that he was clueless on what I had hidden. Another rogue wolf came up to me, a handcuff in his hands.

Somehow, he had gotten past the sheriff and swung at Angel which had ended up with him on his back in the mud with her foot on his chest. Jackson was staring stunned, as was Kaleb neither of them had seen her move, one second the younger Kingsley had been heading for her the next he was out of commission.Jackson said “Wow, how did you do that?” Grant threw her a what am I here for look and said, “She is very fast to be honest with you.”

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

I assume the L is for my middle name, which I don’t know. I applied lotion onto my body before I got dressed in my underwear. I then pulled on the booty shorts and the sports bra. I blow dried my hair and tied it into a ponytail. I then walked back to the box. I strapped the gun and knife holders onto my body before putting the knives where they belong. The knives are gold where you have to hold them, and the blades are silver.

She knew that beneath that calm exterior was a man who was cruel, manipulative, and dangerous. She walked over to the bed slowly, her eyes scanning the room for anything she could use. She saw a comb on the bedside table, and she picked it up. She ran it through Kang Jin Chen’s hair gently, trying not to wake him. When she pulled it out, she saw several strands of his dark hair tangled in the teeth. She quickly pulled them off, tucking them into a small plastic bag she’d hidden in her pocket. She’d just finished when she heard the door open behind her.

I look around the room for something to slip into the crack and pry it open, but there is nothing immediately apparent. What the heck, “ confido,” I try the password again in a desperate attempt to get what I came for. I didn’t really expect it to work, but it does. The edge of the lid lining lifts just enough for my to prise it open the rest of the way with my nails, and in the secret compartment is a bundle of embroidered cloth, wrapped around something. I quickly grab it and unwrap it enough to catch a glimpse of the black wooden handle and smokey glass blade. “Finally.” I slam the lid closed, pissed off by the faff and drama of the errand, and the waste of precious time.

"Oh? And what can you do, sweetheart?" I smiled coldly. My hand slid into my hair. I unpinned the jeweled hairclip Sebastian had gifted me—the one he called "just in case." I clicked it open, revealing the hidden blade. Serrated, sharp, almost needle-like. Designed to pierce deep and refuse to be pulled free. I trailed it gently across one man’s neck. He didn’t notice until the tip broke skin. "Ow—what the fuck?!" The others went still. "Try me," I said. "Please. Give me a reason."

She quickly takes inventory of the weapons on her person and in the bag. She had three throwing knives, two swords, two pistols and their holster. And her necklace that doubled as a razor whip that could take off heads if used correctly, and she knew how to use it perfectly. She smiles, and runs her hands over her bra for its hidden bits, three lockpicks and another two flexible knives, that only harden when turned on, otherwise they feel soft and fold like fabric. They’re completely hidden in the fabric of her bra.