Lips On The Tip Of A Knife Novels & Stories

Joe gestured to the table containing the knives, and we nodded, signaling for him to continue. “Alright, so, you are going to want to hold the kn*fe by the blade at the balance point. Pinch it between your fingers, with the blade pointing upwards. Now, tilt it back slightly, and push your arm towards the target. Release the knife as soon as your arm is fully extended, and make sure to snap your wrist as you do so.” He showed us how to do it slowly as he spoke, and then proceeded to do it so fast that it barely looked like what he had described. The knife travelled so fast that you would miss it if you were not looking directly at it, and it pierced the target. We stared in amazement for a c

“Today we learned the different cuts of vegetables and greens, do you know the chiffonade? It is to finely cut strips of leaves such as mint, basil or lettuce... The French and their words, but it's great, isn't it?” “So great,” he murmured soaping himself up. “Louis does that knife trick too before cutting something.” “Trick?” He looked at me confused for a moment before diving back under the water. "Yeah, you know, spinning the knife in the air like a drummer." "I haven't noticed me doing that, princess, but now I'll be more attentive." He opened the shower door and came out completely naked to get his towel. Naked and wet. My skin crawled as I remembered the last time we were sexually tog

It was packed with all kinds of knives. Small paring blades with wicked curves. Longer serrated ones for sawing. Thin filleting knives that could split skin like paper. A heavy cleaver at the end, more for weight than precision. “What… what are you gonna do with those?”He asked. I pulled on the black nitrile gloves. “You Stupid piece of horse sh!t,” I said, almost conversationally. “You should know too well by now. Billie isn’t to be touched. Isn’t to be taken. Not by anyone other than us.”

His eyes held mine, the challenge clear in them. I tensed as he turned around and pressed the tip of the knife to her cheek. He let it rest there for a few seconds before he slipped it lower, down the side of her neck to her right breast where it lingered again before he moved it closer to her nipple. She screamed when it penetrated her skin and slid deeper. Pulling it out, he raised the knife to his lips and licked some of the blood from the tip. His action reminded me so much of Obsidian that it wasn’t hard to imagine him as the one standing in front of me.

Setting the knife down I smile for a moment before my eyebrows furrow and I look at the mans face no smile adorning his features. Picking the knife back up I grab his jaw while looking at his lips. Slowly I begin to stick the knife in the open gape in his mouth starting with the corner of the mouth on the left. Slicing through the skin it slowly gives before I curve the cut and do the same on the other side once I was done with the left one. Placing the knife back down I trace the makeshift smile with my fingertips while a smile of my own adorned my features. Reaching down I push through the rib cage and grab the heart.

he said, opening the cufflinks. “Your glass?” He didn’t respond, his eyes still on his cufflinks. She reached for the glass. “And place it before you,” he continued. She did not understand what he was trying to pull off. Probably nothing. She did as he said. He looked up, his eyes bright and his lips mean. He slid something in her direction. A knife, not a table knife, this one was sharp enough to pierce through a human body without difficulty. “Cut your palm with it and fill the glass. If you don’t mind,” he ended, his voice horribly soft.

I bite my lip as I look back to Valdus as he grabs the knife. His lips are moving but I don't hear any sounds coming out. He raises my hand even more and he looks to his wolves. I don't. T stare at the blade and see it shine with the sun light beaming into it. He makes a slash on his hand and I stare at the blood. He then moved the blade onto my palm and I knew he asked me something but I only nodded since I can't hear him. He presses the knife closer onto my palm, and then pulls towards himself.

Lucain, taken aback by her audacity, instinctively recoiled, withdrawing the knife from her proximity. “And also You don’t hold a knife like this!”. He said, pointing the knife straight to demonstrate. “You hold it like this!”. He said, demonstrating the correct grip as he wrapped his fingers firmly around the hilt, allowing the blade's edge to rest against his arm. “That way it’s easy to spit your enemy!.” “Do you realize that you're inadvertently teaching me the skills of a serial killer?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Standing on the side, Christopher elbowed him, "Who wants to play games with you? Girl, kill us if you want, but don't play tricks on us!" When he finished speaking, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his mouth and cried out, "Ahhhh!" He noticed that his bottom lip already had a bleeding hole in it. It was unknown when, but Lily used her small knife to pierce him.

"You have to stay with me, okay? Don't you dare leave me." His eyes are barely open, his lips parting to whisper something, but no sound comes out. My fingers tremble as I unfold the small penknife. The metallic glint of the blade catches the dim alley light. I'd rather bleed a little than let him die. I press the blade to my palm and draw in a sharp breath. Then I slice my flesh. It stings. God, it hurts. But the instant I begin to bleed, I bring my palm to his lips. Slowly, he parts them, sucking lightly.