Safety Scissors Isaac Novels & Stories

Jane succeeded in using a pair of toy scissors to scare the crap out of Lily. However, Lily was a sly old fox. She was too cunning. After she frantically ran out of the ward, she felt that something was off. How could there be a pair of shiny scissors in the ward, let alone that that was a maternity ward? Also, that pair of scissors was so shiny that it seemed a little fake. Could it be that that was fake scissors?

Then he apologized, "Sorry. But you don’t need to worry. After all, I am not a human." “Ohh, right. Right. I forgot that.” Right at that moment, Maxine spotted a flying mosquito near Isaac’s side. She watched it in perplexed, eyes widened. Later, she raised her hands and warned him loudly, "Look out!" Whether she's warning him about a sudden ambush, a bullet or arrow that's coming or any kind danger from behind, Isaac willingly uses his body to shield her. "Oh!" Maxine gasped as he hugged her tight. While holding a knife, he turned around to see what's there in the direction she pointed at. But he saw no one, except Brett, who's glaring at their clinging bodies. "What the f*ck are you doing?

Gasping with great surprise at the sight of the item which would be insulted if called a pair of scissors, Zara wore a wary look and asked, “What is that?” “Hair blades.” Clarissa held the tool in the air and made the large, enjoined blades snip the air. “They will cut a great deal of your hair without causing a fuss.” Zara’s face deepened with worry. Through the standing mirror, she studied the deep brownness of the blades and decided to call them scissors either way. “Those look dangerous. Are you certain my hair will be fine?” “Are you happy with the way it keeps growing?” Clarissa questioned the girl with a slight raise of her brow.

"You'll see." "I didn't do anything. Believe me. I just use this stuff to play computer games and….and watch p**n, I swear!" Shaking his head, Isaac readjusted the gag and spread out his equipment. Instruments of torture. Knives with different uses—stabbing, carving, skinning. Pliers. A chain saw. An axe. Oh boy, Isaac was in for some fun tonight. He could feel the bead of sweat sliding down his back as the adrenaline built up, his breaths shallow and quick.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye to my uncle, you don’t get to say goodbye to your daughter. It doesn’t work like that.” Gian snatched the scissors from the ground, the look in his eyes wild, desperate, and filled with nothing but dark intentions. He then pointed the scissors at Isaac, “You will call your boss right now and tell him the operation is off.” Seeing no one interfere, I took matters into my own hands and stepped in front of him for a second time. This time I held the end of the scissors, carefully guiding it downward. “No, he will not,” I looked into his cold gaze. “He will say goodbye to his wife and daughter,” my eyes met Isaac’s. “I have her number, I’ll call her for you.”

Now he was properly armed! All the while, Elissa scanned the room, praying for something to use as a weapon. If only she’d had her bow! She could’ve taken these men out in no time. Unfortunately, she hadn’t expected a showdown and was stuck defenseless. Her eyes rested on a pair of shears in the room. “I’m really sorry. I’ll buy you another pair,” she said hastily as she grabbed the scissors from his worktable. They looked sharp, sharp enough to do some damage.

“A little? It’s just… it was his first haircut, and you were the one who did it, and I didn’t even get to see it. But it’s okay. Look at him… he’s so handsome now.” She followed my gaze back to Jarvis, her lips jutting out even more into a frown. “You’re not going to scold me? Daddy got mad because I touched the scissors.” “Well, of course he scolded you, it’s dangerous. And you were near the stairs with Jarvis! What if you had fallen and the scissors hit your…” I pointed to her stomach, making her eyes widen. “What if it stabbed your tummy? That would bleed a lot.” She visibly paled, blinking several times as if picturing it in her mind. I couldn’t help smiling and shaking my head. Looks li

I was impressed that Isaac had really upped his games and had learnt to be a step ahead instead of behind. That son of a bitch learnt something from me after all. “They’ll kill me, the bomb will go off and not only will I die, everyone will too.” He explained and the smirk on my face wiped away at once. “He can’t do that now,” I answered and they both turned to look at me, “the chip stopped working. We need to get the bomb out of you as soon as possible.” I added and Isaac walked towards me. “That would be another surgery and this scar is messy, whoever performed the surgery was smart enough to cut him more than once and even more than twice, cutting him open once again could kill him.” Isaa

Isabella let out a loud shriek and did a quick jump but it was too late, the glass already entered into it. "Why are you so careless?" Leo asked furiously. He picked her from the ground and sat her down on the kitchen counter, taking a look at her leg. He checked around the kitchen for something he could use to neutralize the wound before he thought of removing the glass to avoid it getting infected. He grabbed the first aid kit and took out the bandage scissors to remove the glass, Isabella screamed at the first attempt he made. "If only you had been careful, you wouldn't have caused this. I am very busy as it is" Leo scolded like he wasn't the one who suddenly dragged her and she injured h

Her gaze flickered toward the instruments—a chilling array of knives, needles, and tools meant for torture. “I don’t scare easily,” Sasha spat, forcing her voice to steady. Isabella chuckled, a dark, rich sound. “We’ll see.” She turned to her guard. “Leave us. I want some privacy.” The guard hesitated, glancing at the instruments. “Are you sure—” “Do I look unsure?” Isabella snapped, her tone icy. The guard nodded quickly and left, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.