The Knife Of Never Letting Go Book Novels & Stories

I quickly pulled a book out of the shelf, throwing it out of the window beside me. I stood still, waiting for him to react, and as presumed, he did. Because he turned his head towards that direction I was standing, then he stood up and started coming towards the shelf. It was time. My heart thumped. The goal was to make it clean, make it fast, no mess. Five minutes later… I had the old man in my grip. Closing my eyes briefly, I brought the knife to his neck. One fast slice and… I held him still as his body jerked, battling survival. I swallowed hard. Then I gently started placing him on the floor.

SELENA Learn from me. Or destroy everything. I clutched the old book to my chest like it was the last lifeline left in a crumbling world. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the edges stained with the dust of forgotten truths. My fingers trembled around it, but I couldn’t let go not when everything I’d believed in had just shattered before my eyes. The silence in the library was no longer comforting. It thickened around me like fog, heavy with unseen eyes. Watching. Waiting.

//AZRAEL// She was still trembling when I withdrew the knife. Her hips jerked, suddenly empty, and she gasped at the loss of pressure—the absence of the thing she had been riding, the thing that had filled her, the thing she had taken all the way down without knowing she was capable of taking anything at all. Before she could process the emptiness, I flipped the blade in my hand. A muscle memory honed over years. “The knife was just the appetizer, luv.”

“I love you.” No. I know Knox won't let me go, but I'm ready to let him go, to let us go and so I do the one thing I can. “If you have ever loved me you will accept my rejection and toss it back at me or I'll end it all...” I breathe, drawing the blade to my stomach, the action raising alarmed murmurs and gasps among the pack members watching us. His hand wraps around my wrist, and the knife trembles in my grip, but I don’t loosen it. “Let go!” I snap.

Lunchtime was a tense ritual, the mess hall a jungle of eyes and whispers, and I sat alone, my tray of gray slop untouched, my gaze scanning the room, my heart pounding with the constant threat of another attack. I was halfway through a bite when someone brushed past me, too close, too deliberate, and a sharp sting grazed my side, a jolt of pain that made my breath catch. My hand flew to my abdomen, feeling the resistance of the books, the knife’s tip blunted, unable to penetrate. Relief flooded me, chased by fury, my heart racing as I spun, spotting the guy—a lean, tattooed inmate with cold eyes—slipping through the crowd, his blade glinting as he tucked it away.

Celeste’s POV My arms fell back to my sides as Natalia practically shoved past me with her hand pressed to her mouth, looking for all the world like she was about to vomit. What the hell…? I turned to watch her go, confused. Natalia didn’t look back—just rushed out of the library. My fingers brushed against the knife my mother had given me, which was now hidden in my dress pocket. The blade was cold against my palm, a reminder of what I’d been about to do.

And somewhere inside the house, two women hold onto each other. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that the geography of letting go is not about leaving — it's about arriving. And they've finally arrived. End of Chapter 185

I stumbled through grass as tall as I was, my lungs burning and my skin stinging all over. A furious voice came from behind me. "You bastard, you're still trying to run, huh? When I catch you, I'll break your arms and legs!" They were getting closer! A whistling sound tore through the air, and a sharp pain exploded in my calf. I looked down to see a harpoon piercing my leg. I scrambled to the edge of the cliff. I glanced at the crowd that was closing in, figured out the time in my head, and smiled happily.

Levi reluctantly let go of my hand, opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could speak, I hurried away. Like avoiding a plague, I was avoiding him. What I didn't see was Levi watching my retreating figure, his chest heaving noticeably. His restrained emotions were slowly crumbling, and this time, he would never let me go of his hand. But I was far from as calm as I appeared on the surface. I was letting go of my past with Levi, but the thought of the pain he had caused me still made me resentful.

“So they get to decide how I live now too?” “Yes,” Don answered. “For the time being, that is the deal.” He left again to continue handling things outside. The door closed behind him, and the two of us were alone once more in the secure wing. The danger outside had been pushed back for the moment. She looked at me from across the small space, her arms crossed tight over her chest. “I will never forgive you for going along with this.” I met her eyes and held them. “Forgiveness was never part of the job.”