The Knife Of Never Letting Go นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Raisa tries to be strong for Sherina's sake. "It's eleven o'clock at night," Raisa said, looking at watch on her wrist. Raisa's eyes stared at the nightstand beside the bed, especially in the drawer. Without hesitation her hand pulled the small drawer out of curiosity about what was inside. Raisa's eyes were big and her cheeks were flushed red like fresh tomatoes. A small box containing a rubber sheath used during fantasy adventures with Adrian filled the little drawer. The young woman quickly closed the drawer again. Even the nightstand lamp on the table was also turned off by Raisa because of her surprise.

His entire body looked tense, like he was trying to hold something back. “You wanted to move out that badly? Before leaving, did you even think about where you would stay? Did you think about what you would do with all your things? You disappeared without saying a word. Did it ever cross your mind that someone would worry about you? Even if you were determined to leave, at the very least, you should have prepared first.” I lowered my head and stayed silent. Then I carefully pulled the box of bandages from my arms. Not a single drop of rain had touched it.

She looked down at Yvonne with pure disgust, stepped on her face one more time for good measure, and then drove straight to the Robinsons' house. But the second she walked through the front gate, she heard them talking inside. "Mom, what if Sarah finds out I hired that woman?" Margaret Robinson's voice came through, soothing and reassuring. "Don't worry. Just keep denying it. There's nothing she can do." Lucas cursed under his breath, his voice tense and angry. "Mom, those photos are all over the world now. If Sarah doesn't marry me, I swear I'll kill myself." Margaret sighed, a hint of reproach in her voice. "Sweetheart, who told you to leak those photos in the first place? If this doesn't

"But you'll obey?" Her breathing became uneven. "I..." She couldn't answer. "I don't know." She reached slowly inside her jacket. Instinctively, I tensed. When her hand emerged... She held a silver knife. Its polished blade reflected the fading light. I looked from the knife to her face. She was crying. Barely. One tear escaped before she wiped it away. "I'm sorry." "Kaia..." "I never wanted this." "You don't have to do this." "You don't understand."

He’s waiting for me to accept his vow and the little box he’s holding out for me. “Thank you, Ghost; I accept your protection and your gift.” I have no idea if what I’m saying is right but I must have done something right because Ghost lifts the velvet box a little higher until I accept it. It's heavier than I expected. I glance at Gideon; he gives me a small nod and I slowly crack open the little box. I try to keep the smile off my face but it's hard. Nestled on a small velvet blue pillow is a solid silver pocketknife with a paw print pressed into the handle. It easily the most stunning knife I’ve ever seen; it's small enough to hide but also sharp enough to do some serious damage.

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

I subconsciously drifted upward and reached the edge of the cliff. The group from the compound had already reached the cliff. The person in charge picked up the torn cloth I had hung in the bushes, his gaze dark. A young man behind him spoke up. "Mr. Sinclair, that bastard probably took a wrong turn in the dark with us on his heels and fell off the cliff in a panic. The bottom of the cliff is dangerous, and none of us has ever gone down there. Why don't we just let it go?" Mr. Sinclair let out a long sigh. "Luckily, he died here instead of escaping. Let's go back. Break the legs of everyone else in the compound. We absolutely can't let them get away."

But in the end, she stepped inside. From behind the door, I heard Kane's low, desperate murmur. "Arya…" Then, Kane lunged forward, pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their bodies tangled together. I shut my eyes, closed the door, and ran down the long hallway without looking back. But I knew. Compared to the agony of drowning with my unborn child in my past life, the pain of letting go of the man I loved was nothing. Standing atop Graystone's city wall, I gazed up at the moon. Heat coursed through my body, every inch of me aching for touch.

I didn't give The door shut behind them. It wasn't until I heard the muffled sounds that I finally felt myself relax. The tension laden on my shoulders eased and I took a deep breath. After a moment of silence I finally turned to the open box in my hand, the necklace glinting in the light, vibrant like it hadn't aged a day. This necklace was no absolution, nor was it an olive branch. The pain they caused towards me as a child till now cut deeper than what they could offer.