Pretty Knife Novels & Stories

So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete. “I ain’t saying shit! Might as well kill me now!” He barked “Oh, you will be dying today. The question is how long it will take. You see, Alpha Kyle has a certain way about doing things and I am anxious to see how long it will take you to die. It is pretty painful so it could be quick or it could be very very slow. Like days slow.” “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t fucking saying shit!”

All sorts of different kinds of knives, of different shapes and sizes. She spent some time humming to herself, picking one knife up, then another. Testing a few out in the air. Finally she smiled to herself as she selected one that seemed to be to her liking. “This. This is perfect for your first go round. Not too heavy, but still a good weight. Recently sharpened, so should cut through the flesh no problem. Good point, nice shape. Yes. This one is perfect for you.” She handed it to me as if she were handing me a perfect pair of shoes for an outfit I was wearing. Was she actually expecting me to stab him?

She, too, held out something. “What is it?” Stefanie picked up the slender object made out of some strange material. About the length and width of her finger with a clip on the end, it fit into the palm of her hand. “A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.”

CHAPTER 24. Urge to kill him. >>>>>URGE TO KILL HIM. Akira’s gaze lingered too long on the silver knife beside Dominus’s plate, and crazy thoughts began to creep into her mind. The blade was curved, polished, and sharp enough to deliver a lethal stab to the neck, aimed at cutting veins. It was meant for slicing roasted meat, but Akira knew how to wield such small knives to her advantage. ‘Do it,’Aya, her wolf, surged inside her. ‘One move, and you'll kill him. Do it for Klax.’

Good. “We’ll begin with knives,” I continue, picking up one of the blades from the table. It’s sharp and balanced, the kind of weapon that feels like an extension of your hand when used right. “A knife can be your best friend or your worst enemy, depending on how you use it. You’ll learn how to defend yourselves, how to strike when you need to, and—most importantly—when not to use it at all.”

I moaned. “I won’t keep you” He opened his laptop and turned it to face me “I just want your help in choosing a nice knife for Charlotte”. “I had no idea they sold such girly looking knives” I laughed. “I like the black one with the diamonds” “I agree” I told him “Are they decent knifes though? She needs one that will do damage, not look pretty” “Yeah man, this is the place I buy all my knives from. I emailed my contact telling him I needed a decent knife for an important lady. I told him it needed to be able to gut a human, but also look pretty”

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

The heat running through the wires combined with the frigid temperatures made a lethal combination. "Oh," he added, "if you're looking for your vibrator, well, that's now in my possession. I'm sure I can come up with some inventive ideas for its use." With that he turned and walked toward the bathroom. Asshole! My body trembled with the combination of rage and unmet need. The physical chill made my fingers cold. I reached for the robe, the one I'd worn earlier. As I did, I saw my phone. Under it was a note and something under the note. I lifted the page to reveal ten hundred-dollar bills—fanned out for effect.

“ Who’s your lover ? “ said Antonio with a forced smile . “ You……or do you want me to call you my ‘ toy ‘ ? “ said Damian . “ You dare ! “ said Antonio pointing the knife at him . Damian looked at the knife and couldn’t help but imagine Antonio as a cute white rabbit staring at him angrily . “ How can someone look so cute even though he is angry ? “ mumbled Damian with a smile . “ What did you say ? “ asked Antonio confused as he couldn’t hear him well . “ Cough…….Instead of making that annoyed face , you should be thanking me for coming here . “ said Damian . “ Why would I thank you when you only fulfilled your part of the deal ? In case you may have forgotten , I fulfilled my part yesterda