Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

The knife to cut the cake, was made in form of a microphone. Keron came forward to the cake and the Mc handed the mic to him again. Can l have all the musician in the house here on stage please. He outtered loudly. Soon Niece Timothy, Vanese, Rinnah the new artist on the block, Victoria Hazad and many others went up to the stage as Keron asked. Let's cut the cake together. He repeated as all of them sorrounded the cake and placed their hands on the knife. Afterwards the cake was given to the nearby audience and to where l was but l didn't eat it because it was a chocolate one. I don't like chocolates.

He was smiling. Wrong move. “Damien. Cassius.” Moses repeated the name like a slur. “That’s two Latin war crimes and a daddy complex in one breath.” Xavier rolled his shoulders, smoothing the lapels of his coat. “I was going to go with just ‘Xavier,’ but apparently I’m not allowed mystery anymore.” And that was when Mika moved. Six knives. Thrown in under three seconds. They hissed through the air with terrifying precision. One aimed at the jugular. One for the heart. Three at ribs, one at the top of the thigh.

He grabbed one of the microphone and checked it looking at its small black form. "A serial killer suspect, huh?" He whispered with a grin. I'm ready for it.

Am I seriously going to sing in front of someone who has openly insulted my voice? "Come on, Ash," Jayden teased. "Are you that scared of losing?" "Not at all," I said with as much nonchalance as I could muster. "I'll start." I found a wireless microphone in the black drawer under the desk, encased in dark gray polymer foam, and picked it up at random, then handed the second microphone to him. He stared at it for a moment, seemingly fascinated by it, then, as if he realized I was watching him, he just smiled and said thank you. After making sure both microphones were connected to their proper places, I looked at the remote control next to where the tablet was and turned on the screen. Cheerf

The bullet shattered the mirror behind me. “I’m asking one last time. Who sent you?” I didn’t answer. I struck again. A different blade this time—coated in something special. The tip was laced with peanut butter oil, a tiny trick I was saving for Klaus. Word on the black market was he had a deadly allergy. Even a scratch could stop his heart. I aimed for his neck. The blade slid across the skin—not deep, but enough to deliver the toxin. He growled and threw me off, slamming me against the wall with a force that cracked my breath.

The hits just keep on coming. Walking over the side of the cell where knives of different sizes and shapes were nestling above a rusty table, Ace’s long elegant fingers traced each of them one by one until he settled on the weapon of his choice. A bronze tattered knife. From my vantage point, I can see that rust made that knife look a deep shade of bronze. Holding his choice of weapon, he walked back in front of a still smirking Alexa and traced her shoulder with the tip of the tattered knife.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

I smirk. “Hey, I was in shock that he was even there, and by the time I started to process shit, his knife was already in my gut. You’re welcome by the way, you owe me.” He glares playfully this time. “Oh, how so?” I chuckle. “That knife had your name on it, along with Knox’s, I’m just the finance guy, so I took the knife that was meant for you, hence you owe me.” “Yeah, okay, I owe you.” I grin.

Disclaimer: hideous and bloody scene ahead. Mike Huxley twisted the device repeatedly as if he were drilling a well in Aiden Chess' head. Repeatedly, he'll pull it out, taking each bone that falls from it and sucking out the blood before throwing the piece to the ground. Eventually, a big hole was visible in Aiden's head. Mike proceeded to pick out a shimmering, sharp knife about ten meters long. He turns the knife around. Each time the rays from the sun hit it, it creates contrast light.

splitting several arteries “Security?...” Flanagan held the last words heavy, but the knife heavier; making Kirn respond with louder screams; and screams that contained words that were far from answers, or even made sane sentences. As the hot knife reached his bone now, and melted it faster than the wood he saw in the hearth.