Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tips Of A Knife

Chapter 001 The room became cold, a shiver graced my spine as Lisa brought out a small pocket knife, a dark smile played on her lips as shock waves rippled through me. “No, you wouldn't” I chuckled slightly in shock as Lisa moved towards me with the pocket knife, edge shiny and sharp like diamond. I moved backward slowly watching her every move. “Oh I would, Meliora”

"You fucking sliced my knee in two." "Don't exaggerate, you piece of shit," Loretta says as she returns to her seat, "but just know, man, I did feel the bones when I swiftly sliced." "Wow, um, Loretta, I don't think I recognize you again. It's probably that you know the possession of that knife. I'm going to need you to calmly place it on the surface of the table, and speak only when you are permitted, you know, permitted by me. "

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.

Though, I have a bit of a different use in mind. “Who wants to go first?” I say, holding up the deadly looking knife and smiling like a mad woman. Neither of them move or even attempt to make a muffled sound, both of their terrified eyes stay glued to the knife in my hand. I let out a sigh, placing the knife on the side table, where it glints ominously, and face them with my hands on my hips.

He used his handkerchief to wipe the blood. Just as Weidon was about to go, he noticed something on the floor, it was a pen. He took it and noticed that something was wrong with it. Weidon twisted the cap of the pen and was taken aback when he saw the hidden sharp blade. Then he realized that it was actually a pen knife. Zren's pen knife fell on the floor when she was pinned to the wall. Weidon glanced in the direction where Zren walked and went back to the party. When he arrived at their table, his friends were stunned when they saw the wound on Weidon's lips.

Yet, I detected a flicker of something deeper, a spark of intrigue that hinted at a more complex reaction brewing beneath the surface. The ice knife danced through my fingers with a fluid, practiced motion, its delicate, crystalline structure glinting in the dim light of the dining hall. The soft, whispery sound of the blade spinning through the air seemed to fill the silence, a mesmerizing display of dexterity and control. Blaze's eyes never left the knife, his gaze fixed intently on the whirling, icy blade as if hypnotized by its movement. Haven, too, seemed transfixed, her eyes wide with wonder and a touch of fear, as if she was witnessing something truly extraordinary.

His chin was near my shoulder, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. “Like this,” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that vibrated through me. “Curl your fingers under. Knife down slow, rock it through the vegetable. Don’t force it.” He led my hand, his grip sure and commanding. The knife slid through the carrot with a clean, satisfying shick, producing a perfect, even slice. Each guiding movement pressed him against me—subtle shifts of his hips, the lean of his torso. My skin tingled everywhere we touched, and suddenly the air in the spacious kitchen felt suddenly close, charged with a slow-building heat.

, Lily stated. Zoey quickly threw her one leg up in the air to kick Lily but Lily dodged her attack and jabbed Zoey in the stomach causing her to quickly hold her hand over her stomach with one hand. Zoey quickly jumped over the counter to reach the other side to grab a kitchen knife and held it in a defensive mode. Lily smirked and gestured for Zoey to come at her as she walked closer to Zoey, she quickly flung the knife at Lily which hit her heart immediately and Lily immediately faded into dust. Zoey sighed as she walked over to the scene and saw the knife that was the only thing left there saying ‘Stainless Steel’, in small print on the side of it.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

He smirks at me as he grips it, flipping it in the air as I watch. My heart races and my pussy clenches as I imagine him using it on me the way I used it on myself, the way I like…so fucking deadly and hard. Leaning down with it, he drags the flat edge between my bare breasts to my belly button. He turns it, pressing the sharp end there until I stop breathing so I don’t cut myself. “You want to be fucked raw? You’ve got it,” he snarls, then turns the knife and drags the sharp edge back up the valley between my breasts, lightly enough not to cut but hard enough to leave a stinging pink line that has my head dropping back as I thrust my neglected chest at him.