Movie The Cross And The Switchblade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Claire, I know you're Victor's girlfriend, but you can't force him to lie and cover for you because of that!" I was already too choked up to say anything. I blinked as I watched the two of them work together, my heart aching. Victor seemed somewhat reluctant and had just reached out toward me when Emma's words made him falter. "You even hired people to threaten me, trying to make me admit that I was the plagiarizer. If Victor hadn't testified for me today, you would have ruined my entire life..." As she raised her hand to wipe her tears, her chiffon sleeve slid to her elbow, revealing several ugly knife wounds on her arm. Victor's pupils contracted sharply as he grabbed her hand.

She had to get to the fifth floor, navigate this ugly chaos, and then somehow reach the sixth-floor east wing where the elusive Crossbearer resided. The elevator doors shuddered open, revealing a scene ripped straight from a disaster movie. Overturned gambling tables lay scattered like fallen giants, shattered glass glittered under the emergency lights, and the air was thick with the stench of smoke and fear. Amidst the frantic movements of the injured and the terrified, Claudine’s gaze frantically searched. And then she saw him. The Crossbearer. Even in the midst of the chaos, an aura of dark authority clung to him as a knot of hulking guards attempted to shepherd him away from the pandemon

Instinctively, I shielded my belly and stumbled backward. Abbie grabbed my shoulder and laughed maniacally. "Let's die together and start over!" "You've lost your mind, Abbie!" Just as the blade was about to plunge into my stomach, Jerome lunged forward and grabbed the knife with his bare hand. Sweat broke out across his forehead as he gritted his teeth. "Leave now! The police are almost here." I nodded, tears falling uncontrollably as I backed away. I couldn't drag him down now.

He then returned to the front terrace of the house and continued to relax there. When Bella arrived at the room, she cried again. Now Bella felt that something strange had happened to her husband and brother-in-law because their personalities seemed to be very clearly switched. “Oh, my God! Why do Albert and Axel's personalities seem so clearly switched in my eyes now? My husband Albert now looks like Axel and my brother-in-law Axel looks like Albert. Why did it happen? How could their souls be switched just because of an accident?” Bella tries to find answers to the oddities she knows. However, her brain did not provide any answers. This makes her even more frustrated.

When I closed my eyes the presence momentarily disappeared, it almost made me sigh in relief. But I opened my eyes… and the fear ended. I just stared at her, standing in front of me— staring back at me with a creepy grin on her face. The cold scream had brought me back to reality and I could almost feel my heart being squeezed. I wipe off the beads of sweat in my forehead and find a place to sit. Madam Blanchet stood up in the front and played a movie entitled, "A Walk To Remember." The movie was sad and heart wrenching. Many of them cried. There is even someone who felt elated, like he was being drowned in holy water.

The air had a feeling of foreboding. Two men stood halfway down the aisle and the third man advanced toward us. His eyes glowed in the light of the black and white screen. "Interesting movie," a dark voice murmured as he walked toward us. I looked into the dead eyes of The Butcher. He was glaring at me as he took a seat in the row in front of us. "It's a classic," I retorted with more bravado than I felt. "A story of loyalty and sacrifice. Seems fitting," he replied with a small, knowing smirk.

He removes the switchblade from his pocket, flicking his wrist to open it, and places it in his mouth, lodging it between his teeth. His gaze meets mine in the mirror as he lowers his pants and lifts the skirt of my gown over my hips. A cool breeze caresses my ass. Ace removes the switchblade from his mouth and holds his left palm up. “If you shed blood. I shed blood too, Little Bird.” The metallic blade glistens in the mirror as Ace glides it across his palm; slicing it open. As I watch blood surfacing and pooling from his fresh wound, my eyes widen, and a throaty gasp spills from my lips.

A different chain lashes toward her neck. Lila’s flare explodes, in mid-air a blaze slicing through the chain cutting it apart. Rosa tumbles away hacking up blood. She’s already upright her machetes humming. Mamá Sofia and Javier act in unison, scalpel and cleaver gleaming slicing through chains that coil around them, like animated snakes. Mamá’s scalpel strikes a chain cutting it sharply; Javier’s cleaver comes next cutting it off fully. The chain drops, twisting then vanishes into a vapor.

“You think you’re better than them? Better than us? You’re just a fucking pawn, Stormcrest. A blade without a will of its own. But blades can be turned.” The crossbow felt heavier in my hands. I didn’t flinch. “Not this one.” The leader sighed, their hands motioning toward their followers. “Kill him. Take the girl alive.” The first attack came fast, a dagger flying toward my chest. I fired the crossbow, the bolt piercing the attacker’s shoulder before they could reach me. Behind me, Ember moved. Even without her fire, she was quick, grabbing a broken piece of stone from the ground and hurling it at another attacker. It hit them square in the face, and they stumbled, blood streaming from thei

A glint of metal caught the light as Spencer produced a sharp blade. “You’re going to regret ever crossing my family,” Spencer vowed, his voice devoid of emotion. With a swift motion, Spencer’s men pinned Chase’s legs to the floor. Chase screamed as Spencer raised the blade, his eyes fixed on the gleaming metal. The blade descended, slicing through fabric and flesh with ease. Chase’s screams turned to agonized wails as his legs were cut off from the knees, blood gushing from the wounds. Spencer stood back, his eyes never leaving Chase’s contorted face.