Knife X Pickle Novels & Stories

He observed a number of the pickle-things for a few moments before he spotted a nice plump one and fished it out with some tongs. Eva thought she saw the pickle-thing wiggle when he grabbed it, which alarmed her slightly. The idea of food that moved wasn’t something that was high on her list of things to experience. It occurred to her that perhaps she had made the wrong choice in terms of food. But it was too late for second thoughts now. I’m supposed to be more adventurous now, right? When the cook cut into the pickle-thing, it burst open slightly, as though its skin barely contained whatever was inside. The Drogar quickly squeezed it out into a clear-walled steam fryer, where a cloud of cl

He held up a bag for her, saying, “We didn’t know what you’d like so we bought you pickled cucumbers, pickled papaya, pickled red onions… “ He took out a pack of something yellow then continued. “…pickled radish… we bought this at a Korean store. Lexy said you’d crave for sour foods.” “Thank you, Car!” she said, hugging him. Can I add pickles to brownies? “Sometimes I think you got these two pregnant, bro,” said Lexy as Anna hugged her next. “You’re all here,” said a new guest. Why are they all here? Rigel, like the rest of them, invited himself in and gave Anna a quick hug. He handed her a fruit basket. A fucking fruit basket! Can’t they all wait until tomorrow? And all it had were mangoes.

I smiled sheepishly and put a hand on over my stomach. "All that crying, got me hungry" I told him, smiling as he laughed at my response. "I'll whip you up a quick sandwich, make yourself comfortable in the living room" he said pulling out ingredients from the fridge. "Thank you, but make that two and a pickle please" I skipped to the living room, putting on N*****x. I was surprised he even had N*****x, maybe he watches Sex In The City. I snort in laughter. Minutes later I was stuffing my face with my pickle, my plate only had crumbs left on 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.”

A jar of pickles. "Psychopath," I mutter. "Who lives like this? There aren’t even any decent snacks." I grab a water bottle and crack the seal, drinking it in one long draught. I crush the empty bottle in my hand. The noise is sharp and satisfying. I start opening drawers. Utensils. Sharp knives, good ones, German steel. A box of matches. A first aid kit. I take the first aid kit to the bathroom mirror and examine my face again. The split in my lip is jagged.

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.

I eventually picked up both before moving over to the table holding the knives. All sorts of blades laid there, their steeles ever so shiny. Cleavers, slicers, carving forks, you name them. I picked up a cleaver, two slicers, a cheese knife and a pair of scissors. I threw all of them into the backpack, the guns inclusive. I grabbed two chains before climbing back up the stairs.

I looked at Alex, who was now staring at me in desperation, "Stop! Let her go before I fucking-" "Before you what, Alex? Huh? Kill me? Last I remember, this is mine." He dropped the knife he was holding and then swiftly picked out another one from his pockets . This one is different. I stared at the short silver knife with some carvings on the sides. "Where did you-"

It's the same feeling I had when I was hunting someone and I ended up with a gun pressed against the back of my head; it's like I’m being watched but I can’t see who it is. “Whoever is there, come out before you piss me off.” I have no idea if I’m right but if it turns out I’m wrong, then no one will know that I’m a crazy lady eating pickles in the dark. I pause with a pickle halfway to my mouth, hold my breath and wait for someone to respond, when I don’t hear anything, I pop the pickle into my mouth. That's when it happens. Someone moves behind me and then a cold knife is pressed tightly against my neck. I’m not stupid enough to move so I just stay still and keep chewing my pickle.

Emma said with a dreamy sigh as she made her way to the box. "The ice cream you requested is present. You know that right?" Zoey asked her with a smile. "Well, I want everything. Pickles also and maybe pizza." "As the health personnel present, I have to tell you to take a rest and eat something healthy." Piper said to her with a smile also. "What are pickles?" Zoey replied with a laugh "drunk cucumbers." Piper gave them both an eye roll "I mean like carrots and fresh vegetables not drunk ones like pickles."