Knife X Pickle Novels & Stories

He says while backing away from my arm's reach. He's right about that. I prefer axes while in combat. I even designed and made all my weapons by myself. Lithe ones that one can easily throw. I believe axes do more damage when they hit their target than knives. I look around the room and realize the others are also looking longingly at the display of knives. "Vikings!" I say under my breath, exhaling in exasperation. "General, can we..." Henrik was saying when I firmly cut him off mid-sentence

"Okay, I'll let you know then." Nathan nodded in agreement, Henry went to Nathan's house to get a jar of pickled pickles and returned home. Eric, who was brushing his teeth, saw Henry coming back with a jar of pickles and happily kept it in the corner. Eric loves pickles but doesn't know how to make them, so Alena always gives him a big pot.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

I thought yesterday was bad. I was wrong. Today, Kael handed me a knife. Not wooden. Not blunt. Real steel. Cold, heavy, and sharp enough to make my stomach twist. “Rule one,” he said, flipping the knife in his hand like it weighed nothing. “Never pick it up unless you’re ready to use it.” I stared at the blade. “I’m not ready.” “Good,” Kael said. “Because you’re not supposed to be yet.

-Karen- I was in the drink cupboard and grabbed the largest basket I could find in the picnicking supplies. This will do nicely! I quietly slipped out of the cupboard and raced around the large room gathering two loaves of bread, a large brick of mixed cheese, and several types of fruits including strawberries and blackberries. I also grabbed a couple cucumbers, a small bag of turkey meat and smoked ham and a large handful of towels to be used as diapers for Alexander. I snacked on a roll while trying to gather my wits. I slipped back into the cupboard with the loaded basket and raced back to the picnic supplies looking for a folding knife. I found two knives and a small first aid kit which

"Or is it you I should poison instead? That it? Poison? Right under your nose?" Aldo looked away and exhaled tightly. I went back to writing, pressing the pen harder. The ink bit into the page. If I wanted to, I could write death across that paper. “Add a new paring knife. A sharp one. And a long bread knife,” I said. “Your kitchen knives are as dull as your boss’s brain.” Aldo reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He started typing. I looked down at the growing list. Good olive oil. Almonds. Fresh mint. Brown sugar. Slaked lime.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

I pull my phone out and shoot him a text asking where he is. He reponds saying he just got back from a run, heading to the pack house now. My belly growls right then so I text back to meet me in the kitchen. Going throught the fridge I decide to make a sandwich with pickles on the side. I grab out the lettuce, tomatoes, ham, turkey, mayo, plus the jar of pickles. Opening the jar I stick a pickle in my mouth while i get out the bread and start layering stuff on it.

Rick asked, holding his hand up to demonstrate. That's when the first knife sliced through it like it was butter. It took them a second to realize what had happened before Rick growled and turned towards her. Xenia didn't wait as she threw the second knife, and he blocked with his hand like a dummy. The knife went through like butter, lodging itself in his shoulder. Xenia heard a scream from behind her, and it sounded like Jane. She turned to head back to the kitchen when she felt someone's hands on her shoulder.