Knife X Pickle Novels & Stories

I guess it comes in different forms. The pocketknife in Sally’s purse was an old Swiss Army issue, the kind with can openers and corkscrews and nail scissors attached. She still has it. We call it Freddy, like from the movies. The blades are notched so tight together if you try to pull one out and don’t do it tough, it’ll snap back and slice a finger before it locks straight. It’s possible Sally thought about taking the knife out, that night in the motel. Thought about risking a little blood. And it’s possible the thought got her contemplating carnage.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

I moaned. “I won’t keep you” He opened his laptop and turned it to face me “I just want your help in choosing a nice knife for Charlotte”. “I had no idea they sold such girly looking knives” I laughed. “I like the black one with the diamonds” “I agree” I told him “Are they decent knifes though? She needs one that will do damage, not look pretty” “Yeah man, this is the place I buy all my knives from. I emailed my contact telling him I needed a decent knife for an important lady. I told him it needed to be able to gut a human, but also look pretty”

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

There were three more rolls on the shelf, and he took them all out. The knife roll contained five knives with different sized blades, some had serrated edges and others had odd hooks in them. One had an exceptionally long blade and had specks of old blood on it. James picked it up and it felt comfortable in his hand. He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable.

snapped Pilk, “you want to die for him, fine. We have a schedule to keep.” Fighting was fine for Charr, he had an axe, Lizz had magic and Nessa had a curved blade, Rex was a little embarrassed because without Fafnir he did not have a weapon. He was scanning around for anything he could use, then it hit him. He still had the cursed blade that Nessa had tried to get him with. Was better than nothing he thought snatching his bag up from Lizz’s feet and finding the blade still wrapped up. The moment he unwrapped the blade the kidnappers stood still for a bit, “Now why would you have one of those in your possession?” asked Pilk, she seemed a little surprised.

“She said they have to be chilled------ not cold, chilled------ and they need to be snappy, not soggy.” Gustavo nods vigorously. “The pickles are from a German barrel batch, flown in last week; they're perfectly crisp.” Good. God help us all. The staff is on edge, I’ve already dispatched two security guards to raid a specialty market downtown for dragonfruit- flavored jelly beans------- Athena’s latest request when I went back to check up on her and let her know that her food was being prepared. She’s curled up in the room, moaning that her back hurts and demanding hot fudge for her “moody pickle soul.”

[Name: Butcher Knife] [Type: Sharp Weapon] [Rarity: Damaged] [Attack: Weak] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring out of the dungeon: Yes] [Remark : A normal household butcher knife used for slicing vegetables... or someone else's hand.] The moment Mike picked up the knife, the information appeared in front of his eyes. After inspecting it, he put the knife away in his backpack and continued his search. Soon enough, he made another discovery.

She used to have a giant drawer full of that stuff in The Academy, but all of her things were put into storage when she passed away. When I peered inside I watched as my eyes widened. 13 year old me pulled out a beautiful silver knife, with a mother of pearl handle. Engraved on the side was my name, ‘Snow’. It was the very knife I had in my holster right now. The very knife I slept with, and kept with me always. The very knife that had almost 400 kills under its belt. The very knife that I had come to know and love.

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.