Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

Niffa kneeled down beside Rico as she look at the dusty box. “Nope,” he said as he slowly opened it. Niffa was surprised to see a bunch of swords from the kingdom of Aldon and she saw a piece of green clothing with a logo on it same as Aldon’s logo. She wanted to have a sword as she intend to touch it. “Nope! You can’t have one of these,” he said as he quickly close the box. “No way! It’s not fair!” she said as she crossed her arms and pouted as she look away.

I didn’t open it right away. I let it sit. Boxes like this weren’t just storage. They were evidence. Relics. Proof that someone was here, and hurt, and real. I lifted the lid. First layer: there's a hoodie. Child-sized. Blue, frayed at the sleeves. Beneath that, a pocket knife. Closed. Clean. Blunt tip. Small enough for a child’s hand. I ran a gloved thumb across the side. No initials. No rust. The kind of knife you keep hidden, not to use, but just to know it’s there.

down to the floor, she pinned her down and grabbed her by the neck "who told you that?" "Are you suprised that I know? You forgot so soon that I could tell what a person is saying from the movement of their words, when are you girls planning to do it?" K.k asked giggling. Joan squeezed tighter on her neck. K.k pushed her off and stood up "you have one option Joan, include me or I am surely telling everyone about it and you know how well news flies here in prison, even the warders have spies amongst the inmates, good night Joan."

The butcher knife. I untied the fabric off my nose and wrapped it to the blood-soaked murder weapon. With its blade facing upwards, I hid it under my black hooded jacket and secured it between the garters of my boxer shorts and my corduroy pants. Because the handkerchief was so thin that it couldn’t cover the entire butcher knife, I felt its sharp edges grazing my abdomen. It was hurting me a lot. Even so, I knew to myself that I had to endure the pain this injury might cause, if I really wanted to take the weapon with me and hide it from the police.

I bought some clothes as well then went back home, I got home and started making preparations. I looked into all the file to know where to start from and how to go with it, since I won't be having a gun with me it's better if I keep a weapon close by which was why I bought the shoe. I took out the shoe from its pack and slice the pad underneath with a knife then hide a very small knife in it and glued it back. After I was through with everything I ate dinner and call it a night. __________________________________________ (Next Day)

In the end, because she had never heard of acupuncture before, naturally, she did not know what the so-called sterling needle looked like. Darryl chuckled. "Of course, it's different…" Then, he described the sterling needle in detail. Woo! At that moment, Robin pondered for a while before saying, "This sterling needle is indeed special, but it is quite similar to a concealed weapon that we use." Then, Robin took a bag of needles out of her clothes. This was the concealed weapon called Soul Chasing Needle that she used often. It was about six centimeters long, as thin as a strand of hair. It would catch someone off guard when used.

I secretly pressed the alarm on my sports watch, Haressa received it. “Let's go!" he says. Oba immediately acted and together they raised their guns that had silencers. While Glendy and I slowly pulled out the mini-hunting knives that were currently hidden in our hair. Both men didn't notice because their conversation was serious. When I got the small mini-hunting knife, it immediately slashed Yin Tong's neck. “Assassin—”

Neah moved toward me with the focused intent of a woman who had already decided what she was going to find, and when she reached me, she grabbed my arm and spun me around. Her hands were rough and fast. She patted down my sides, my pockets, the folds of my clothes, and I stood rigid with my jaw locked and my fists clenched and hatred burning so hot in my chest that I could taste it. My wolf howled silently inside me, pressing against my ribs, and the child beneath my navel felt suddenly, terrifyingly fragile. Neah's hand dipped into my left pocket and came out holding something small and glinting. A jade comb, pale green, with delicate teeth and a carved flower at the crown. She held it up b

Its polished wooden handle was carved with intricate patterns dating back decades. The description underneath caught my attention. [Property of Salvatore Ricci. Recovered after the Naples Accord. Hidden within the handle is a sword designed to slide free with a simple twist.] Woah. I moved to the next display which was a silver comb on top of a little pillow. Its teeth appeared completely ordinary until I noticed the tiny release mechanism near the base. The entire spine concealed a thin dagger! Another display held an antique walking cane. The brass head detached to reveal a compact pistol.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”