The Scissoring Novels & Stories

The memory of his kisses, his scent, his absolute dominance over my body and mind consumed me. Something growled inside my head. A muffled, primal, anxious sound. I sighed, controlling my breathing and biting the inside of my cheek. “Scalpel,” I requested firmly. The patient in front of me was a mess. Lacerated organs, multiple hemorrhages. It was almost impossible to believe he was still breathing. “Suction. Come on, focus. He’s bleeding too fast. Pressure, please.” The team reacted. We started the procedure, our hands precise and fast.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

‘Call to the power within your blood,’ Canus reminds her. Scintilla’s stare becomes even more intent. Eventually, there’s a strange sort of flash, and she jerks back, holding her hands to her eyes and face scrunching in a grimace. ‘That’s alright,’ Canus says. ‘It takes a while to get the hang of it. Come here, I’ll do it for you.’ Canus pricks his finger on a penknife and repeats the working for Scintilla. Then, he has me switch places with Scintilla.

If she doesn’t want chasing I can think of plenty of other ways to make my mate squirm with pleasure. Bending to the ground, I watch her eyes widen as I produce a pair of scissors. “Don’t move cannonball,” I warn before allowing the cold blade to trail up the outside of her thigh, towards the rip in the material. Slowly, watching her hands grip around the desk I open the blades, allowing the cool metal to stroke her hip. Of course I’d never hurt her. When the first snip goes through the dress with ease I caress her newly revealed hip and waist.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

But now, looking at it again, those few simple words felt like a heavy blow to his heart, sending a wave of panic rushing through him. Mike’s heart suddenly felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. A strong and inexplicable sense of unease surged through him like a turbulent undercurrent, rising rapidly within him. He raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He was about to press my number, trying to break the strange silence of these past days, when suddenly, a conversation in the hospital corridor caught his attention. Two nurses hurried past, talking about something. Their voices weren’t loud, but every word clearly reached Mike’s ears.

It was a precise, three-inch mark—raised, pink, and undeniably clinical. "What is that?" Lucian’s voice dropped to a whisper. He leaned in, his pupils dilating. "Phin, what the fuck did you do?" "While you were busy unconscious on that rug, hallucinating about our 'forever,' I had the Aurelius surgeons earn their keep," Phineas said, his voice flat and rhythmic. He traced the scar with a gloved finger. "They call it a 'Severance.' It’s a delicate procedure. They go in, they find the metaphysical anchor where the pack-bond grafts onto the cardiac muscle, and they snip it. Clean. Irreversible."

“I can see you “Ben said in sign language and she jump up . She felt a slight pain in her abdomen but ignored it . She Jump up on him happily .”am so happy right now “She said . She disengage from the hug and Ben looked at her worriedly . She look sick .She was feeling a bit dizzy and the next minute ,she was lying on the floor lapsing into unconsciousness . “Oh my God !Rissa!”He shouted as he made to carry her . {The hospital } Ben watch in tears as Rissa was put in a stretcher and led to the operation room .

“Because I’m going to slide another one in.” And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh. “Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.

He smirked, his eyes darkening as he fetched a scissors from the drawer before slamming it. I gulped as I watched him rise from the chair, walking slowly to my side of the desk. He then stopped behind me. I felt his finger fiddle with my hair tauntingly. I gulped, the flesh of my neck caving in. That was when I felt it; the cold pointy part of the scissors pressed against my neck, the delicate fleshy part of my neck. He pushed it slowly, threatening to shove it in. I held my breath, unable to make a sound.