Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

Hawk leaned back in his chair and held up the knife. He nudged her knees apart with his foot, and she obeyed without thought, without hesitation. Her thighs fell open as Hawk leaned forward with the knife balanced in his hand and pressed the flat of the blade against her inner thigh. The metal was shockingly cold, and she flinched, her breath hissing through her teeth.

Finally, she felt herself wanting to stop before one of them. She examined it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Caitlin was about to look elsewhere, but Ruth sat there, whining at it, not letting her leave. Caitlin looked again. As she examined the intricate design of the lid, the small figure of a knight carved into it, the folded hands outlined on the stone, the armor, the belt, she realized something. There was a slot in the belt, notched into the stone. Just wide enough, she realized, to hold a dagger.

Beatrice POV I found a package outside my door the next morning. No note, just a small wooden box wrapped in blue cloth. I picked it up carefully and brought it inside. The box opened easily. Inside was a hair comb, carved from dark wood with small crystals embedded in the handle. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for me. A knock made me look up. Kaelen stood in the doorway. "Did you leave this?" I asked, holding up the comb. "Maybe." He stepped inside, moving quietly like always. "Do you like it?"

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

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.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

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)

He drops the hood of his cloak, pushes wet strands of dark hair back from his eyes, silver eyes taking in every nook and cranny of the space. I turn to go inside further, when something tugs on my sleeve. My eyes snap to Zen. He’s looking at my hand instead. Something cold presses to my palm. A metal sheath comes in view, smaller than my hand. A blade that can be easily concealed. I give his hand a squeeze, the sheath a barrier between our palms. Then I let go, and turn around.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

"This dropped from our little friend last night. I was coming back to see if anything else was left behind." Zira examined the switchblade, standing a few feet away as if she was scared to touch it. "I thought it was a comb. Either way, it gives me the creeps." I flicked the comb out before flipping it around and showing the blade. "With a hidden blade here. This insignia might belong to a gang. Most rogues form one when they leave their pack and meet up with others." "A gang member came all the way here for me?" Zira questioned as I put away the switchblade. “Interesting.”