Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

I realized he had been looking for a place to put them microphone. “How about here?” I suggested, pulling the bra down and showing my cleavage. He nodded, handing the microphone to me along with a piece of tape. I stuck it in there and put the tiny bud in my ear. I winked at him and slid out of the SUV, shutting the door behind me. “Mic check,” I heard him say in my ear. “Copy,” I returned. “Be smart,” he answered back.

All worries gone, at least momentarily. I don't even worry about the microphone. As long as we don't say anything, Craig will be non the wiser to Xavier's presence near me. Since the microphone is implanted inside me, the frequency has had to be increased, otherwise the only thing you'd hear is my heartbeat. So sounds such as us kissing, or Xavier's heartbeat, don't even register. Typically microphones are quite sensitive to sounds. Sometimes picking up things we can't even hear.

After all this fucking time, I was going to go down fighting. I silenced my phone, covered my mouth to hide any noises, and yanked a knife out of the block. They’d marched right past me. I sank to the floor, then squeezed myself into one of the cabinets there. I’d emptied it out earlier, looking for the kettle. I could hold the knife in the grip that made it better for stabbing, spring out, and— Fuck, what was the grip? I turned the kitchen knife this way and that, my heart hammering louder than the gunfire in the other room. I’d trained for so fucking long. I had to know it. I just had to.

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

This place is not for her. "Give me the microphone." They handed me a Bluetooth microphone that you can connect to a speaker. I checked it first. "Hello? Mike test. Oh, cool. This is working." Laughs from the men filled the air. I glared at them. "What's so funny? Stop or I'll kill all of you." Silence filled the air. It was better than creepy boys laughing in front of a girl's house. We are not here to mess with her. I grabbed my gun and pulled the trigger three times.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

I walked up to the microphone and opened my mouth to speak, but Mike had stolen it. "First off, hey, I'm Mike. I would like to defend myself and say that I was all for us going with the heavy medal we normally play, but Jessie talked us into singing this lovey-dovey crap!" I smiled as he put the microphone back. "Thanks for that man," I said deadpanned, and the audience laughed. I nodded to the woman to put up the picture. Julie's P.O.V. I heard them announce Jessie and his band, so I looked up to the stage. Jessie walked up to the microphone, but one of his bandmates was too quick and stole it before Jessie could talk. I laughed a little.

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"

I’m inside a small black space that contains only Kir and Butcher's body cam feeds and silence on the comms where Kir's voice should be. "Kir." Nothing. "Kir."