Safety Scissors Isaac Novels & Stories

The broken glass cut his arms. “Tatiana–!” Molly stopped on the doorway as she saw the whole unit in chaos. Caleb’s blood that keeps of dropping. My hands holding a broken glass and bleeding. Jill and Molly looked at me worriedly, but I can see fear on their eyes. “What the hell did you do, Caleb?” Molly asked worriedly. Caleb can’t still process things, that I did that. That I’m a f*cking crazy bitch. “CALEB!” Jill shouted that get back to his senses.

I shake my head. “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t let them do this! I beg you Elias.” His face distorts in a cruel and disgusting grin. He extends his hand and one of the other men places a scissor in it. “No! Please!” He proceeds to cut my clothes to bits and pieces.

she brought the machine to Isabelle's notice. The shredder was by the door side, and Isabelle wondered how she'd use it since she had never used one before. "If you get to a box with books of versions still in need, leave them in the box. Understood?" Isabelle nodded at the helpful glint in Miss April's eyes. "Great." She walked to Isabelle's side and leaned in to whisper, "if you're too tired to continue, the box also makes a great alternative for a chair." She winked at her. Isabelle giggled. "I'll be out there if you need anything."

I pulled out the scissors from my back pocket. “Baby, leave. Don’t make me ask you again.” “Shut up, alright?” I felt the wires with my fingers and traced each one, trying to determine the correct one in order to disarm the bomb without making it explode. “I’m concentrating.” “You cut the wrong wire, and we’re both dead. I didn’t take your place so you could die. Now, get out of here—”

Isabel stood there for a while, battling with the uncertainties in her heart as she looked down the staircase opposite her bedroom. What if indeed there's an intruder inside her home, should she risk going down there unprotected? What about her son who is asleep in his bedroom? Who would protect him if something happens to her down there? Isabel decided to do the unthinkable. She went back into her bedroom, and got a scissors from a sewing kit. Then, she took the spare key to the boy's bedroom and left her bedroom. After locking the boy's door as quietly as she could, then went down the stairs, holding the scissors as a weapon.

It was blurry at first but I tried to adjust to the rays that called for me. I inhaled a pleasant scent. Then, I saw someone holding a huge scissors. “No, no. Please, don’t hurt me,” I let out of terror at the sight of the scissors. “It’s ok, dear—” The doctor said. “No, no, no. Take it away!!” carried on. I suddenly felt warm hands wrap around my waist. I sniffled in the person’s scent which surprisingly calmed me down. “It’s ok, sunshine,” The voice said. “It’s ok,” The person

Anything that could give me the power to make things right. “Isa,” Emerson called from behind me, his voice laced with worry. “What are you doing? Talk to me.” But I couldn’t hear him. All I could see was Lilith’s face, her cruel smile, her mocking words. My vision blurred with rage as my eyes landed on a sharp pair of scissors lying on the dresser. Without thinking, I snatched them up, the cold metal biting into my palm. “Isa, no!” Emerson shouted, lunging toward me.

I read the note under the suit and almost felt like crying. “Astra, I hope you enjoyed your party. You deserve al good things. I’m sure Ezra already told you why I was not present. I hope you are very happy in life. I had this suit specially made for you and your amazing power. It will stretch to fit your male form while still look elegant when you are your true form. It is reinforced with a special polymer to act as an elastic bullet proof suit. It will be perfect for your missions. I hand made it with Gamma Taylor’s help for sizing. Yours truly, Isaac”

Isaac watched as everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their heads in shock. To him, it was no big deal. After all, he had seen plenty of these things in Meadow Ridge, and they had been broken more times than he cared to count. So, when Adrian said this would be useful to Rafael and Carissa, Isaac didn't give it much thought. He just figured if it could keep them safe, it was worth bringing over. Rafael wanted to give it a try himself, and Isaac was more than happy to teach him.

Axe whispered, accompanied by a tug on the scissors I was also still holding. I don't. I wasn't going to let him get those scissors. He must have used the sharp object to injure his shoulder. If I let the scissors fall into his hands, maybe Axe would do something else-something equally injurious. "Give me the scissors, Axe." We tug at each other, neither of us willing to budge. For now really, I can't let Axe win, but I'm also scared to see him grasp the tip of the sharp part of the scissors. What if his hand gets cut and bleeds. No way!