Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

He stared at the fine Obsidian stone carved into a perfect knife with two smooth and sharp edges held by a red leather wrapped handle. He took the blade with him into the showers to wash off blood and get himself clean. walking out clad in a black sweat shirt and tracksuit pants, he closed the blade into a black wooden box which only he knew the combination to open its locks. He placed the box in his duffel bag zipping it securely.

She cast a quick glance up at the mansion windows to confirm that everyone else is asleep. Then, she crouched, quickly but with trained ease, her coat flaring slightly as she ran her hand along the trunk's edge. Most people would have missed it—but not her. Twist the right latch. Tap the seam twice. Then press. Click. The hidden compartment released with a hiss of air. Grace peeled it open, revealing an array of weapons neatly strapped into the custom rig. A silver handgun. Throwing knives in matched pairs. Two silencers. A compact combat blade tucked against the lining. Everything polished. Lethal. Ready.

They felt like their bodies refused to comply with their brains. “Are you sure about that?” Shadow’s right hand sneakily delved inside her back pocket. Hermes and Hercules stayed silent, and couldn't say anything. Their minds were mostly blank. Pitch black. Literally nothing. They had no thoughts which were weird. Gradually, Shadow revealed what she was hiding behind her. It was a SURVIVOR HK-786BK Black Survival Knife. Hermes and Hercules’s eyes bulged and their mouths were literally foaming. They were also unsurprisingly peed inside their pants due to the fear.

I placed the gun and knife in my top draw and placed a bra over them to hide them. “Silly girl” he chuckled behind me. He twisted the knop on the draws and a hidden panel slipped away in the side of the draw. The secret compartment was the perfect size to hold the knife and the gun. “How was I supposed to know that was there” I grumbled as I placed the weapons inside. Jack turned the knob back the other way and the panel slid back into place. “If you had not ran off, I would have told you” “I don’t want you getting too touchy and making us late” I told him as I tried to move away from him.

Its surface was fogged with age, the haze broken by the outline of a handprint pressed long ago. Inside the case lay a row of small objects. A comb with several teeth missing. A ribbon tied in a neat bow, its color faded to gray. A silver locket on a chain so thin it looked ready to break. A folded paper with no name written on it. Bliss lifted the lid, but it opened only an inch before catching on a hidden lock. She did not force it. She let her fingers linger on the edge and looked down at the objects.

"How about we set a trap for this... hoodie figure?" "I was thinking the same thing," Harlan replied. "That is the only way we can be sure if the guard was mistaken or not. We also have to work with what we can get at this point." "That's right," Kael whispered, his mind already calculating the coordinates of the snare. He walked toward a heavy, mahogany cabinet built into the wall and pressed a hidden release. A small drawer slid open with a soft click. From inside, he retrieved a device no larger than a coin—a sleek, matte-black sensor.

Kiro stood with their hands together not letting go, and closed the door back after taking something from Klein, leaving them two alone again. A small piece of grain like device, was pinched, unto Aru's palm, dug onto his flesh hiding perfectly without any trace of blood, it wasn't even painful when it pierces through his skin, but rather tickles.

I turned from Ethan's bookshelf and walked toward her. She was standing beside the dresser, her golden-brown hair falling over one shoulder as she stared down at something hidden behind a row of neatly arranged grooming products. "What is it?" I asked. Instead of answering, she stepped aside. My eyes landed on the object. A comb. Simple. Ordinary. But caught between its teeth were several strands of hair. For a second, I didn't move. I just stared. Then my heart started beating faster.

It made me feel powerful. I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.

my partner cut in. “No rush. It’s 3742. Good luck, Holmes and Watson.” “We don’t need your good luck, poop,” she spat and ended the call. She entered the passcode and we opened the gallery. As usual, there were two images. One is an image of a knife stabbed to the ground beside a short, fat tree and the other is an AMU student entering a café. Wait… I snatched the phone from her hand and zoomed in on the knife. Oh, hell. “It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.”