The Knife Of Never Letting Go นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

"The stone you stole from Lorenzo. Where's it? Do you have it here with you or is it in Sao Paulo? Where's it now?" "I don't know what you're talking about? Let me go!" I took my pocket knife out and said, "This is not some illegal knife. It's a permitted one. Do you know what a permitted knife means? If I stab anyone using this knife saying that another person tried to assault me, I can get away easily without any arrest or court trial. What do you want me to do? Shall I scratch you on the face or should I stab you in your body? Tell me, where do you want to get stabbed?"

She used to have a giant drawer full of that stuff in The Academy, but all of her things were put into storage when she passed away. When I peered inside I watched as my eyes widened. 13 year old me pulled out a beautiful silver knife, with a mother of pearl handle. Engraved on the side was my name, ‘Snow’. It was the very knife I had in my holster right now. The very knife I slept with, and kept with me always. The very knife that had almost 400 kills under its belt. The very knife that I had come to know and love.

"You are holding, steel. Celeste, it's dangerous, you can never let yourself be wounded by steel." I was surprised and looked at that knife, yes it is. It was a knife. It was silver, and yes it was. Sydney did forbid me to hold a knife once, I was the only one who insisted.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

I looked at Alex, who was now staring at me in desperation, "Stop! Let her go before I fucking-" "Before you what, Alex? Huh? Kill me? Last I remember, this is mine." He dropped the knife he was holding and then swiftly picked out another one from his pockets . This one is different. I stared at the short silver knife with some carvings on the sides. "Where did you-"

Because maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things will finally change. The past can’t be undone. The pain can’t be erased. But It was time to let go. And as I held Kelly, her sobs echoing through the empty room, I knew she was finally starting to let go, too.

"But now I see that I love Helga. She's the one. I will hold her hand until death do us part." Helga froze, but then she hung her head low and smiled sheepishly. Shawn didn't even spare me a single glance. Instead, he turned around and left with his true love. Then, he ordered the guards to get me. Two of them came and grabbed my arms, escorting me to the entrance. I tried to get away from their grasp, but they tightened their grip on me. "Mr. Smith's orders. Please work with us here, Ms. Carson." And then the crowd went wild. I whipped my head around and saw Helga and Shawn holding each other in a tight embrace.

I want to shut her up, itching to tell her she's the pathetic one so bad. But I don't. Something about the disdain in her tone– clear, thick, her voice tight and cold– makes me think it's smarter not to piss her off. So I swallow back the words at the tip of my tongue, chest heaving. Chloe continues with this strange look on her face. “In the end, only one of us can have him, and it can't be you, it'll never be, not in this life, not in the afterlife,” Something cold starts to coil in my stomach, her gun hasn't moved an inch, just stationed there like it's waiting for the perfect time.

“Fucking let go of me!” “I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now… and make you pay for lying to me and for letting another man eat what belongs to me.” “I'm not your property, Adam and I do not want to fuck a sicko like you!” Using my strength, I tried to break free. But his grip was tight. He started to remove my clothes. I wriggled, cussing him with every chance. I would never let a jerk like him touch me. “Stay calm love and before you know it… it'll be all over…”