Lips On The Tips Of A Knife Novels & Stories

He drew the blade over the palm of his hand, red droplets falling into the water, and drifting away. Lyric remembered the knife that she held and sliced over her hand with a hiss of pain. “And mine for yours,” she said automatically and saw the flash of his grin as her reward. He reached out and took the knife from her hand, releasing both blades to sink into the water. “Sey ecrit,” he said watching as they disappeared below. “The base of this lake is lined with the athames of those who become one here,” he told her softly.

he said and released Justina shoving her to the ground allowing his other men to hold her down to the ground while he licked his lips slowly approaching me. He looked around the age of forty, he had brown curly hair which rested on his head like a hen’s butt, messy in need of trimming, he had terrible eye bags, eyes that were in the shade of dark brown which could be mistaken for black, his lips were torn and it looked disgusting. There was a long cut from below his nose to his bottom lip which didn’t look fully healed. He placed the knife at the bottom of my chin and gave me a nasty creepy smile. “This one is mine,” he said and turned back to his panthers, which gave me the chance to move b

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

He grunted, releasing me just enough for me to elbow him in the stomach. He stepped back, grinning. “Now you're getting it.” From the shadows, I heard Alexander's voice. “Again.” ………………………………………………………………………………………. Lesson Two – Knife Work (Kai) Kai twirled the pocket knife between his fingers like it was an extension of his body. “Blades are personal,” he explained, flipping the knife toward me. I barely caught it, fumbling with the cold steel. “You look terrified.” “I'm not terrified.” “You should be.”

Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand. The empty hand pressed the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife made of nanomaterials automatically retracted and deformed it was still a knife, but it became a short knife with a little width Su Nian laughed like a successful little fox, and opened his mouth to make a mouth shape: "I don't want to die?" The man's eyes finally fell on her exactly, and his brows were furrowed, as if to say-don't stay here if you die, or else-don't get my knife dirty. It wouldn't mean anything good anyway.

Nobody's gonna know anyway. However, in an unfortunate twist of event, that's just when this dude started to laugh sarcastically and quickly grabbed my hand. At first, I really thought he'd throw my dagger away and I was damn ready to twist his arms before he did. But shits really got real when he just licked my fucking knife as if it was some sort of a lollipop! My eyes widened upon seeing some blood dripped from his lips, especially when all this time he was gripping into my hands tightly to stop me from taking those blades away from his tongue!

Guiding my grip on the knife handle with a gentleness that makes my breath hitch. "Show me," he murmurs against my neck. His chest is solid against my back, his other hand still resting on my hip. "Properly." I can barely think with him this close, but I manage to press the flat of the knife down. The papery skin splits with a satisfying crack, releasing that sharp, earthy scent. "That’s violent," he observes. "I call it efficient." I turn my head just enough to see him, and suddenly his mouth is right there. So close I can feel his breath on my lips. "Do you have a problem with efficiency?"

Weylin mumbled before capturing her lower lip. Garaine eyes widened upon feeling a pair of lips on hers. Closing his eyes, Weylin's warm tongue licked her lower lip, cleaning the blood off. The soft muscle caressed the wound until he felt no more metallic taste from her lips. Weylin loosened his grip on her wrists. Taking advantage of the situation, Garaine pushed him, causing him to stumble. Before he could realize it, she took out her pocket knife, pointing at him. "You have this with you all along?!" Weylin exclaimed.

I added. As I was speaking, Alpha Felix took up a large, ornamental knife from the wooden platform. It had a wickedly sharp blade, which glinted in the sparkling light flowing between us. It flashed like a blaze of fire, and I felt honour and glory radiate through me at the sight of it. Its handle was curved, with delicate carvings of wolves, mountains, and the sea worked into it. “And so it shall be,” murmured Luna Carla. Then, Alpha Felix stepped forwards.

It’s time to get this over with. “I think you know,” I whispered, my voice laced with cold determination, as I retrieved a gleaming knife from the depths of my pocket “I think you should watch this next part don’t want you to miss any of the good bits,” I smile menacingly gripping his quivering head firmly, as I peel back his eyelids and slice them off as he screams in pain blood dripping down his face. First the right and then the left.