Novel & Cerita The Knife Of Never Letting Go

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.

"Mia's had a brutal month. Her father's health hasn't been good, and she's been taking extra shifts. I thought it would be nice." The word sat between us, clean and harmless, as if what he had done could be folded small enough to fit inside it. "That island was important to me," I said. "I know." He squeezed my hand, and his voice lowered into the tone he used when calming anxious patients. "But it's not going anywhere. We can go another time." Another time. I looked down at our hands. His fingers were warm around mine, steady and sure, as if he still had the right to soothe the pain he had caused.

There was a sparkling earring in her left ear—an extremely high-purity blue topaz. At this moment, a guest walked over and greeted me. "Hello, Ms. Lynch. Where is Mr. Steinfeld?" Florence also realized that Martin had been gone for quite a while and frowned anxiously. "Yes, why hasn't he come back yet?" Just then, a scream came from the direction of the lounge, and everyone was startled. I quickly walked over and yanked the door open. Behind the door, the disheveled Martin was pinning the waitress beneath him and forcefully tearing her clothes.

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable.

I was sure that the footage I shared would give people plenty to gossip about for a long time. One by one, I struck back at everyone who'd wronged me. And with that, the tangle of knots in my chest finally loosened and disappeared. When the cab came to a stop, I'd arrived at the airport. I'd sent my luggage there in advance. As I was going through security, I heard Ian's voice behind me again. He looked windswept, like he'd rushed a long way to get here. "Sophie, I'll face all of your revenge. I'll take it all. Just don't leave me. Please…" He dropped to his knees in front of me again, begging me as everyone watched.

Evil people always seem to live forever. Gianna didn't even flinch. She strode up to Madelyn and slapped her, the sound echoing through the room. "Your daughter went missing, so now you're here to slander us? My daughter is my flesh and blood—I carried her for nine months and gave birth to her! Why should I let you look at her photo just because you say so? I'll tell you right now—" Before Gianna could finish, Madelyn grabbed her wrist and shoved her to the ground like she weighed nothing.

Not the traitor, not the one who didn’t belong. My gaze landed on the knife on my desk, a polished silver blade meant for my protection, one which Nero had given. In a sudden burst of anger, I grabbed it, stormed to my bed, and yanked the pillow into my hands. Feathers exploded around me as I plunged the blade into it, again and again. Each stab was a release, each tear in the fabric a small victory against the storm in my head. “She doesn’t deserve him,” I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with emotion.

When I arrived, I saw that Anna had already prepared wine and some snacks for me. She got to her feet and pulled me into a hug as soon as she saw me. "If you need to cry, go ahead, Cindy. Don't hold it in." Unable to hold back my emotions any longer, I buried myself in her embrace and burst into tears. I poured out all the grievances, heartbreak, and resentment I had felt in the last seven years, finally releasing all the pain I had been suppressing. Anna gently patted my back and comforted me softly, saying, "It's okay. It's okay. It will pass."

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

My scalp felt like Bennett's ruthless pull was tearing it off. The pain was so intense I had to stand on my tiptoes to lessen the strain. Finally, I slapped Bennett, and his grip loosened. The slap seemed to snap him back to reality. "Holly." His voice was gentler then, tinged with regret but also a note of caution. "We've come too far to throw it all away now. Let's forget about today's mess and move on, live our lives well from here onward."