The Knife Of Never Letting Go นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You feel nothing until you see the blood. His grandfather's knife. Passed from a prison-camp cell to his father's hands, then into his. He had never used it. Not because he lacked the skill. Because he could not bring himself to. His grandfather had etched the Lily Plan formulas into a prison wall with this blade. His father had closed countless wounds with it on the border. The knife held the fingerprints of three generations.

I catch his wrist and snap it before he can blink, the knife dropping from his grip. He screams, eyes widening with shock as he stares at his limp, useless hand. I squeeze his face tighter, his fighting renewed. “Really, dude? A fucking kitchen knife?” I ask, picking up the pathetic weapon. It’s what Nova used to carry around when she was attempting to hate me, and I laughed every time I saw it clutched in her tiny fist. Nova has the power to cut me. This bozo doesn’t stand a fucking chance. "Let me fucking go!”

The knife felt lighter than I had imagined but that didn’t make my heart feel any lighter about what I was about to do. “You can hold her hand,” Kuman repeated encouragingly. Reiner quickly rolled up the sleeve of his shirt all the way up to his elbow, exposing the skin of his arm to me. He flashed me a smile before his hand reached out at lightning speed and grabbed the hand that was holding the knife. Instinctively, I began resisting. “Don’t resist, Natalia. Relax. If it bothers you, you can close your eyes. You don’t have to do anything, just relax your arm and I’ll do the rest,” Reiner instructed sternly.

The males got shifty when his name came up, but their dismissive laughs always rang false, like they were whistling past a graveyard. “Go on, Annie-girl. Take it. We have to get out of here before they come back even angrier.” The voice inside me had nothing to say. Abertha was telling the truth. All I had to do was reach out and take it. Let go of the slat and grab. It was so close. I willed my fingers to let go of the slat. To reach and wrap around the knife’s handle. I sucked in my belly and scooted out from under the sofa.

"I don't care what you do with it.” “You don’t want me to get married, do you?” “What I want is for you to get out of my life,” she snapped, though her voice cracked halfway through. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around the blade. Sharp pain tore through my palm as the knife pierced skin, but I held it there anyway. “Don’t go.” Her eyes widened instantly. She tried pulling the knife away, panic flashing across her face, but I refused to let go. “Darnell, let go of it!”

“I want you in every second of my life, Miss Alyona Marshal.” He kissed her, and they fell to the ground. He kissed her forehead, and tears filled in his eyes. “I missed you so much. These seven days were the worst day of my life. I will not allow you to go anywhere now. You belong to me and only me.” He confessed. She saw her hazel eyes and kissed his lashes. “And for me, I will NEVER LET YOU, GO.” He touched his nose on her nose. “I am hungry,” Alyona whispered.

I'm excited that he is also the last of everything. I had to forgive and let go in order to get my happy ending. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

Just those five words and then silence. She pressed her thumbnail harder into her palm. Her jaw was tight on the left side. Her eyes went fully hot and she did not fight it and she looked at the Tuesday sculpture on the sill, the cup mid-fall, the liquid mid-arc, the one second before, and she breathed in and she breathed out and she let it all be as large as it was. Because it was large. What he had just said was large and what he had done was large and she had been watching and she had seen it and she had been holding the stone and the phone glance and she had been careful and she had been doing the watching correctly and she had not stopped watching.

I walk into the library deciding it best to skip lunch with a good tale and some music. Picking a few books from the novel section before walking to a secreted corner, I plug in my earphone getting lost in my book. Another boring day and finally I can go home to my safe zone watching N*****x. I stopped by my locker to drop my books before going to the bus stop. Just two weeks more before I graduate and then leave this pack traveling across the world but that can only happen if the Alpha grants me the permission and ma agrees. I didn't have to wait long before a bus stop, I got in finding a seat at the back close to two girls looking not less than seventeen.