Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

“I will kill you if you won’t give me what I want.” “Fine.” I grabbed the dagger from my left boot and put it on the table. “Here’s the dagger everyone is dying to get their hands on.” “What the fuck are you doing?” Knight asked through gritted teeth to the comm. “This is not the plan, Nirvana. You can’t ever give the dagger to him.”

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

“Sit down.” “Penelope, he’s—” “Sit down,” I repeat, my eyes locking onto Khalani’s greasy forehead. “Did you walk across the floor just to bark, Khalani? Because the noise is giving me a headache.” “Not just to talk,” Khalani says. His hand moves to his leather belt. There is a sharp, metallic click. A heavy, jagged hunting knife drops onto the table, the moonstone blade driving two inches deep into the wood. The silver-white edge gleams under the blue neon lights of the bar.

After modifying the stick—which took a bit of time to get used to because I’m just a normal high school kid, not an arms dealer—I gathered all the weapons that I planned to bring; a modified hockey stick with sharp blades at it’s end, a kitchen knife and razors. I contemplated on buying a dagger, but I don’t have time to wait for another few days or weeks. I have only one day, and if I failed, all would be reset into it’s natural state. Because of that, everytime I failed on killing the monster, my weapons which I worked hard to make would be reset, and I tell you it was a pain in the butt to assemble them again. At almost nighttime, I went to Chips n Charm to meet the violet-eyed girl—or to

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why did Jasper suddenly think I needed to learn how to throw knives? And why wasn’t he teaching me that himself? Why ask Nymeria instead? This made no sense. But I went near the knives and picked one up. It was a short knife with a wooden hilt and a small, pointed blade. It weighed next to nothing so would fly through the air if used at a good speed. I played with it in my fingers and stood in front of the target. “You want me to hit the bullseye, I guess”

These thoughts were killing her mentally as she felt defeated and disappointed but she has to do something in order to save them. " Knife darling, or you will hurt yourself," he commanded in a tenor of a soft voice he hold only for her. Her brows marred as she look at him. His jaw was clenched, his blue eyes which fascinated her were now scaring her as she took in the unfathomable fury behind them. He urged her to give the knife as he took a tiny steps towards her making her stumble two step back from him. Something clicked in her mind as she registered his words. The knife that was clutched in her hand a moment ago was now firmly placed on her neck by herself.

She noticed that the beautiful woman came closer to them. "Gavin enough, you can't hurt the person who helped me." Because of that, the blade slowly lowered and moved away from Zera. That's when the girl faced her before Zera glare at the man who tried to kill her. "Hey, what right do you have to point that arrow at me?! And since when did they allow to use a real katana when costplaying?!" Zera yelled at the young man who was wearing a long dress that reached his feet and his hair was also long and tied up to his shoulders...

It took a fingerprint ID, eye scan, and a twelve-digit code to breach, but she quickly found out why. "Holy shit!" she murmured as she walked in. The damn vault was easily 50 feet long, 15 feet wide, and lined with weapons ranging from throwing stars to rocket launchers. "This is SO illegal!" she said, running her hands over a high-powered sniper rifle with a scope she'd never even seen before. "What the hell are these?" she asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Desert Eagle 50s but with some kind of banana clip. "Just what they look like," Reaper said lovingly, staring at the guns. "I know someone who works with the manufacturer, and he made us a special set. Single shot for most bad

I immediately begin to take shots and have to pull back to give myself time to heal. "Get behind me, princess. Mommy's got this." Harper says, going out in front of me. I watch in awe as she aims and shoots, barely missing a single shot. When she runs out of ammo, she grabs the bayonet from the end of her gun and rips it off before charging and stabbing every enemy player. She carries the whole team, practically winning the round for us. Ev and I look at each other gaped mouth while Harper giggles with excitement.