Sharp Objects Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Good luck. It's gone. The police are hunting you down. There is no escape." I hurled the scalpel, burying it in his shoulder. He collapsed, clutching the wound, but his eyes burned with defiance. I stalked over and ripped the blade out. "I never plan to leave alive. I've got plenty of time to make you talk. You're loaded and famous. Why stoop to this?" By the second stab, Robert broke, revealing the other kidney's fate. Sirens wailed outside, and flashlights pierced the windows, blinding me. Several police officers burst in. "Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

Yang Jian gave Darryl the up and down as he nodded his approval. Click! A long black weapon appeared in Yang Jian's hand. It was a spear. At first glance, it looked quite similar to the Heavenly Halberd in Darryl's hand, but it had three sharp blades, and each of them was carved with a giant python! The weapon was called the Tri-point Double-edged Saber! Yang Jian's weapon—the Tri-point Double-edged Saber—was not a Grand Weapon. It belonged in the purple category, and it was known as the most powerful in that category!

my partner cut in. “No rush. It’s 3742. Good luck, Holmes and Watson.” “We don’t need your good luck, poop,” she spat and ended the call. She entered the passcode and we opened the gallery. As usual, there were two images. One is an image of a knife stabbed to the ground beside a short, fat tree and the other is an AMU student entering a café. Wait… I snatched the phone from her hand and zoomed in on the knife. Oh, hell. “It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.”

Their okay s of reaching the Dark wolves before night fall was completely ruined as he and his men now had to deal with some women in the woods. Looking around, his men were on the ground, some of them with their eyes open, and their necks being pierced by something sharp. If he could look deeper and recall what they called it, it seemed to be a shuriken, a special weapon meant for distraction and for complete take down of enemies. Their throats were all pierced by these shurikens and they opened up, allowing blood to flow out of their throats and their mouths. Some of his men were still holding on to their necks as life was slowly departing from their bodies.

SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW I was reading today's newspaper when I saw some very interesting news written in it. 'The Sharp Shooter: The Oracle's Pride' was written in bold letters. I smirked at the sight of the picture attached to it. A beautiful lady with fiery red long hair who is holding a very exquisite gun in her hands. She is aiming at the target with her pair of keen silver eyes. It makes one person lose their mind with a quick glance at this picture, and I must admit that I am no exception.

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

He dropped his sword, blood dripping from his mouth. "How…" As he spoke, I dug the dagger deeper until his body fell to the floor. I took out my dagger and shook the blood off. I put it back inside its sheath and I held onto it. Nobuyuki's lifeless body lay on the floor. I noticed that my yukata was covered in blood; so were my hands. I remember something from my past. It's not the first time I've held a weapon but it's the first time I've hurt someone using one. But I felt no remorse. He deserved to die.