Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

To Gordan's surprise, Kitana brandished a knife that she secretly hid from her boot. "What a bitch. Holly, let's suit up." said Henry. "Wait!! This stays between me and Kitana! I'll finish this!" insisted Gordan, frowning at Kitana in anger. Holly replied calmly, "We believe you, Gordan; but remember what Mr. Reed said to us this morning? We're suiting up first. When you are done with Kitana, you do the same." "Oh... okay. In that case, continue to watch those two while suiting up. Kitana! Time to finish this!!" declared Gordan.

Inside: spare magazines, a compact first-aid kit, and, thank God, small weapons. I chose a slim, double-edged push blade and taped it flat against the underside of my left breast, inside the fabric of my bra. I moved carefully so it wouldn’t nick skin. Next, four steel hairpins, long, sturdy, sharpened at one end. I twisted my hair into a high bun and slid them in deep, points hidden. They looked innocent, but they weren’t. I zipped the hoodie up to my chin, pulled the sleeves over my hands, and headed downstairs.

“Then uh… what, what about the carving?” “The carving? Ohoho, this part is fun.” Kaiser shifted the nail to show the upper body just below the head. I didn’t notice that there’s alignment of green stones placed with a carving of a hawk in each nails. “I carved a hawk because this nail can be used by only a keen person.”

The tender side of him demanded that he show some sort of gentle gesture, so he ran one hand lovingly across her brow and then back through her hair. What was this? Mike swept Tink's hair aside to reveal a horn, nearly three inches long, hidden in the wild tangles of her hair. Surprised, he searched the other side of her head, finding another, slightly shorter horn. Suddenly inspired, he clamped his hands down tight, forcing Tink onto his cock.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

I shrugged. He had a look on his face I couldn’t decipher, and he took a breath before pushing himself off the seat. “Give me a few minutes,” he said, and then he hurried out of the room, coming back a few minutes later with a piece of cloth. “What is that?” I asked as I peered over at it curiously. A silver glint met my eyes, and the pupils widened when I saw the content of the cloth. On it was a silver comb. I don’t remember what she looked like, but my mother had this.

“She looks peaceful.” Camilla smiled, coming to stand beside me. “She adores you, Luther.” I forced a soft laugh and turned. “Can you get me another glass of water, please? I think the one earlier went warm.” She paused, then nodded. “Sure, I’ll be quick.” The second she left the room, I scanned for anything usable. My eyes landed on the small baby comb resting on the changing table. Bingo. I slipped over quietly, careful not to make a sound, and picked it up. A few fine strands of baby hair were tangled between the teeth. I folded a clean tissue from the table, wrapped the comb gently, and slid it into my coat pocket.

Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.” “Won't that be a good thing, Zayn?” Kodiak ran his hand through his slick brown hair as if he were unleashing all his pent-up frustration on it. “I thought she would return to her pack or go into the Iron Crest pack when she left me but she isn't there. I don't know where she is...and it's driving me crazy not knowing if she is in danger!”

“Would you spill or it’s time I force it out of you?” “I’ve said it all, there’s nothing more left to share. What else could I possibly be hiding?” His eyes flickered, unable to maintain a hard gaze at me. “Okay,” I nodded as I got up. I went to his behind, and without warning yanked out the scissors stuck in him. His loud groan filled my ears as I walked away to the table filled with my tools. I dropped the scissors and reached for a hammer instead, then added three sharp nails.

She weighed them in her hands. Different kinds of combat knives. Some throwing knives, dagger, karambit, and Fairbairn sykes. She checked their sharpness and swung her hands with them one by one as if checking which one was comfortable for her to use and carry around. She also checked if there were any way to carry the weapon around with ease. She found belts, holders, and concealed sheaths and nodded her head when she seemed to have her choices of which ones she would pick.