The Twist Of A Knife: A Novel Novels & Stories

//AZRAEL// She was still trembling when I withdrew the knife. Her hips jerked, suddenly empty, and she gasped at the loss of pressure—the absence of the thing she had been riding, the thing that had filled her, the thing she had taken all the way down without knowing she was capable of taking anything at all. Before she could process the emptiness, I flipped the blade in my hand. A muscle memory honed over years. “The knife was just the appetizer, luv.”

everything. My gaze was down, focused on the knife in his hand, on the black handle. The silver cursive on one end was all I saw before I felt the coldness of the knife penetrate through my skin. The shock my body went through made me feel nothing at first, he twisted the knife at the side of my abdomen and I groaned, the pain finally sinking in, overpowering me and my failing body.

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.

Interesting. I kneel beside the trembling body, grab the handle of my knife and plunge it into his stomach. After the first cry of pain, I twist the knife and whisper, "The less you breathe, the more I like you."

His hand twisted her arm and in the meantime, the knife ended up in someone’s flesh. Renai waited for the sharp cut but her eyes jolted open when she felt her arms twisting and the knife stuffing in someone. She didn’t need to look down to know who had gotten stabbed. Her grip on the knife loosened. Her eyes glanced up to see a pair of blues glaring vehemently at her. She gulped and stepped back, feeling her death knocking her insides.

The confidence I needed to know I could do this. I gripped the knife within my shaking hand. Tighter than before. “I am sorry. I was scared.” I lie to Blake, as I move to look at him, and with a sudden and swift movement of my arm I slash his neck deeply with the knife I had earlier stolen from the kitchens. One used to prepare the meat. One sharp enough to slice easily through flesh and bone. And it had done exactly that.

Jay said suddenly sounding nervous, Maya shook her hand and her knife sprung out from her long sleeves and she spun it in the air before catching it gracefully between her fingers. "Well uh, are you busy tomorrow?" He asked and then his smile brightened at her reply, Maya continued twirling her knife as a dark smirk grew on her face. "I was thinking if you would want to go on lunch with me tomorrow?" He asked and Maya threw her knife up in the air watching as the silver blade caught the light and glinted with the gleam of murder. Maya's eyes gleamed the same way as the knife spun downwards and she caught it nimbly.

This is so, so wrong. Then, just when I think he’s finished, the cold steel leaves my neck, and I feel the blunt handle of the knife suddenly thrust inside me. My body jerks, and a sharp warning leaves his lips. “Careful, little deer. You kick, you’ll cut yourself.” His tongue flicks over my clit, unrelenting, as his hand twists the knife’s handle inside me. Each movement sends jolts of a twisted mix of pain and pleasure through my body, keeping me on edge. His free hand plays cruel games, the blade scratching lightly across my skin, my thighs and chest now marked with the same twisted care.

Brown eyes that seemed so light that they betrayed the darkness of the soul they were windows into. I was expecting to have my head snapped right away. I had stabbed him, after all and this beast was certainly not the forgiving type. Do it. Kill me. But his lips just spread into a smile and before I could recover from the shock of this man smiling with a knife inside of him, he twisted the knife deeper inside him. I gasped out loud. He didn't just push the knife deeper. He TWISTED it deeper. "Fuck, Astra..." He groaned, more like moaned, a hint of smile still on his face.

Looking at my food, I stabbed my fork into a piece of food and regretted bringing it up. As I was about to take a bite, Zydan suddenly grabbed my wrist and made me drop the fork. Glancing up, I expected to see him across the table, but he had moved to stand over me. His jaw muscles flexed, and his eyes darkened as he stared at me.