The Twist Of A Knife: A Novel Novels & Stories

He was an old man, after all, there was hardly much he could endure. “I'll talk, please stop.” He says between gasps, blood dripping down the side of his lip. “I was looking forward to some cutting dick or balls today.” Snakes says, a bored expression on his face throwing the remaining orange he was eating at Fingers' disgruntled face. Sanele chuckles shaking his head. “What is it with you and knives,” Siya shakes his head as well. “It's personal.” He shrugs. Siya slaps the back of his head chuckling, making Snakes scowl at him. He stands closer to Fingers' strapped body. Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly.

My subconscious recited enthusiastically as I walked out of the closet switching off the lights as I did. ~~~ The party is a pop. So bombastic and sophisticated with elegant women in gorgeous floor falling gowns and evening dresses and the good looking men in different tux colors. Some wearing purple, others dark green and others black. It looks beautiful. The waiter offered some champagne and some snacks. As soon as one of Andre’s co-workers saw him, he came over and took him away and I was thankful for that. God bless him. I find myself our preserved table and start eating my snacks in silence. I occasionally look out for Andre and he is mingling and me___ completely forgotten.

"It was meant as one." Catherine was thriving. Meeting developmental milestones, making friends at the part-time preschool they'd enrolled her in, displaying the kind of confidence that came from being thoroughly loved. Lucy's memoir was finally complete. She'd titled it "Twist of Fate: Surviving the Unthinkable." Several publishers had expressed serious interest. Her agent was confident they'd have offers within weeks. "Are you sure you want this published?" William asked as Lucy prepared to send the final manuscript to her agent. "It's very personal. Very revealing about our lives."

He kissed down my stomach, then hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. Now I was fully exposed beneath him, bare and trembling. He spread my legs gently and lowered himself between them. The first touch of his tongue against me sent my head falling back against the pillow. I gasped, breath catching in my throat. He moved with precision, slowly at first, then deeper, his tongue gliding over my folds with skill and intent. His hands gripped my thighs to keep me open for him as his tongue circled and flicked against my most sensitive spot. My hips began to move on their own, seeking more.

At the same time, Damian and Ronan took Sophia. They folded her in a brutal full nelson, legs pushed back behind her head, completely exposed. Damian slammed into her cunt while Ronan forced his way into her ass at the same time. The crushing, burning stretch made Sophia’s vision white out. Her holes were stretched to their absolute tearing point, the intense pressure feeling like her body was being split in half from the inside. Every nerve screamed in white-hot pain as the two thick cocks ground and rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating her cunt and ass.

, I said tapping the top of his nose with my finger. I turned to look at Scott and did not realize that the injured man on the floor had pulled out a knife. Well, not until he had to slice me with it. Right under my armpit. It stung a bit and I turned to look at him. He laughed wickedly at me and I hit him in the face in anger, knocking him out. "Son of a b*tch", I cursed as I placed my hand below my armpit. I looked at my hand and it was stained with blood. I just had to remove my suit from the car.

If only she did not blindly followed this man, maybe she is now truly living full of peace and happiness just like what she once dreamed to have. If only she did not love this monster... She put her bony hand inside her pocket to get the pocket knife she brought with her today. Andrew deserves to die! She runs towards Andrew fast with the idea of killing this monster in her mind. But the reality was really disappointing her. Andrew grabbed Rhianne's free hand and twisted it on her back. Before Rhianne can react, she felt something that stabbed on her abdomen. She lowered her eyes only to see Andrew holding her hand that holds the knife. He gave much force from his hand to stabbed the knife d

Without a word, she furiously spins around and storms out. As she exits the house, my gaze lingers on the tight dress clinging to her curves, tracing the graceful sway of her hips and the movement of her buttocks with each step. "Damn, she is so hot," I mutter, then feel something hard, only to look down and see my huge rod already erect and bulging. “Shit,” I say, dropping the bottle and then turn around and am met with Celine's intense gaze. "Oh, fuck... Did she see all that?"

It looked silly and it was considering it was a stupid way to grab a weapon from someone without them knowing. As she started running towards us, I could make out the glint of the knife she held in her left hand. Her trajectory was straight towards me but as she hit the last row of seats, her body pivoted to Lev, who Marek had let go now that his wife was already being taken. I didn’t even think. It was too easy. Slipping from Marek to block her path, I threw my left arm up just as she jabbed her knife forward aiming towards Lev’s chest. The knife buried its way into my forearm but I felt nothing. This was a typical morning.

I watched through heavy-lidded eyes, each blink feeling like a Herculean task, as she discreetly pulled out a small, concealed knife. Without a moment's hesitation, she drove the blade into the side of his neck. The swift, relentless action was as shocking as it was unexpected. It was a scene that played out in slow motion before my fading consciousness, a twist in our tragic narrative that breathed a sliver of hope back into the desolate landscape of my heart.