Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

“Planning what exactly?” Kyler crouched, unzipping the bag slowly, like he wanted me to savour the moment. I could see a dark rainbow of leather, silk, and steel — cuffs, straps, ropes, a soft black blindfold, and a gleaming metal hook I didn’t recognize. He lifted one at a time like a magician showing his props: a pair of cuffs lined with red fur; a braided leather leash; a thin wand with a rounded tip that buzzed faintly when he flicked it on.

Finally, proof that would bring them crashing down, even if it's not enough yet, but there's more where that came from. Nicklaus had always told me that snakes couldn’t stay in hiding forever... they always slithered into the light eventually. Now I had caught them in the open. I pressed the device off and tucked it carefully into the secret slit I had sewn into my undergarment, hidden beneath layers of fabric. Then, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady the rush of triumph. I was so caught in the wave of victory that when a sudden knock rattled against my door, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

And she didn’t break until she was out of sight. The worst came last. By seventh period she went back to class, sat at her desk, pretending everything was normal. Then her hand brushed something taped underneath. It was something cold. She peeled it free and froze. It was a silver knife, small enough to hide in a palm, sharp enough to slice her throat open in one clean motion. Hunters didn’t need words, but they’d left her one anyway. A note scrawled in black ink. Run.

Young and full of life. “You look handsome today,” I said softly. His mouth lifted at one corner. “What, and I don’t look handsome normally?” “That’s not what I—” “I have something for you.” Gideon closed the remaining distance between us and pressed something into my palm. A small velvet box. “What’s this?” I asked, looking back up at him. “Open it and find out.” I shot him a wary look before I popped the lid open. Inside was a delicate hair comb, made of polished silver with tiny pearlescent beads throughout. The beads caught the light. It was beautiful.

There must be something in here. I rummaged through his drawers and closets, trying to find anything until I found a Swiss knife buried under the layers of scratch paper. I flicked the blade and quickly dropped to the floor, sandwiching the handle in between my feet then started sawing the rope. It takes longer than burning it, but eventually, I finally cut the rope in half. Using the Swiss knife, a picked the lock on the doorknob, just like how Tiara taught me. Surprisingly, without her guidance, I managed to twist the knob and unlock the whole thing.

Extremely good! He pecks me on the lips and I have to remember that I'm doing this for Elizabeth, in order to keep the vomit down. "I'm just going to take a shower real quick" he says and I nod, and take this as my opportunity. I take off my heels and tip toe, following him to the bedroom, the moment the bathroom door closes, I take that as my cue and enter the room, scanning my eyes around and grabbing the cell phone on the drawer. I swipe it open and realise there's a Pin password on it. Damnit!

They were days away from releasing their cure when they were murdered. My mind flashes to the drawing of the comb in his mother's journal and an idea occurs to me. "Can I see the comb for a minute?" Flipping the lock to the back side, I place the comb just underneath it, angling the light bouncing off the surface towards the lock. We both hold our breath as the slow churn of a small mechanism breaks through the silence. The lock pops open. Carefully we pull back the lid. Inside are a small stack of CDs, a notebook, and a sample on an old glass slide, carefully stored in a test tube.

"The point isn’t to look hot, Kira. We need to be comfortable." "Comfortable and hot." She teases. I Ignore her, put on my boots, and go to the side pocket of my duffel bag. I pull out my small pocket knife and tuck it into my boot. "Fighting dirty, I see," Kira remarks, judgment lacing her tone. "No," I correct. "We’re just being safe." I tie my hair into a tight bun and take one last look in the mirror, just in case I come back with a broken jaw.

Griffin took all the weapons and put them on the table. I got two hand guns and four magazines. I looked at Centaur when he got the sniper rifle. Eagle handed three combat knives to me. I noticed she also gave her favourite red combat knife. “I can’t use it. It’s your lucky knife.” I said. “Yep, but tonight I want you to be lucky. Use it.” She said and fixed her braided hair. “Thank you.” I said and strapped it in my legs. I helped her with her hair.

Kalen mentally marked him as his first target to eliminate. He discovered that he was beginning to take too much time, he quickly checked the safe, and the code to unlock it was written there. He inputted the code in quickly, as the safe opened with a soft click sound. He found only the armor in the safe, which disappointed him, as he expected to see more. He quickly wore it on, while also checking the database for the location of the exotic sword. He finally found it, as it was hanging on the wall of the vehicle. It was concealed with a camouflage device. These measures employed, succeeded to hide it in plain sight. He left it, but mentally noted it down, “I will liberate it on D-day,” he m