The Twist Of A Knife Novels & Stories

With a single grab and twist, he dislocated Dwayne's wrist and rendered him helpless. Everyone only saw a blur before the butterfly knife changed hands. They thought Elio had been stabbed, but now he had the weapon. How? They were stunned. What happened? "You're too weak to be playing with a knife like this,” Elio said disdainfully. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed up the knife’s twin handles. The blade flashed like a silver butterfly flapping its wings, making a metallic clattering sound. It was dazzling and dangerous. Black cloth flew everywhere. Dwayne’s vest was reduced to shreds, flying everywhere like a flock of black butterflies flying everywhere. Every cut slid past his flesh, se

However, this time around Eva calmly raised her hand and twirled the knife in her finger before pointing the sharp pointing edge to Mark. “Don't push and test my patience, Mr. Johnson." Eva stated and a smile appeared on her face, the knife caught the light of the beautiful chandelier hung up in the ceiling. Mark was startled to see a knife and the way she effortlessly twirled it was as if she was very familiar with it. Even a highly skilled and professional knife user can make the knife dance in such a beautiful way the way Eva was toying with the knife effortlessly. When was she well acquainted with handling knives?

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

He shouted from the other side. “What? why” “He got a knife,” he untied himself and ran for the terrace. “This can’t happen again,” I whispered, and ran behind before Ella did. “Don’t get near me. I won’t tell you about anything. I was compelled to,” he shouted and jumped from the terrace. I ran and couldn’t stop myself, nearly slipped and got hold of my hands on the edge. One look down, I am going to die. Someone got my hands, pulled me up.

I turned to Danial, tears at the brim of my eyes as Danial simply looked down at the ground, cowered. Jason left me to protect me? He left to ensure I had my family with me? And all this time I just thought he had left because he had enough. I was such an idiot. I should never have trusted Danial. "No honey, you ain't getting out of this so easily," he paused before looking at Danial. "Grab her" He said, my eyes widened as I began to take steps back "Bro just-" as Danial tried to argue, Jacob simply pushed his shirt a little up exposing the knife he had stashed in the waistband of his pants which only terrified me more.

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

It'll be utterly shameful if anyone sees me in this condition. The sound of applause began echoing as I hurried to clean up the mess I made in the cubicle and tried to fix my composure, fearing anyone might come at any moment. When I finally stepped out of the restroom, I accidentally bumped into a tall, familiar-looking man. A twisted expression appeared on his face with his piercing cold gaze while his thick brows furrowing. "Ugh!" "Sorry!" I exclaimed as I ran away urgently, tears streaming down my face due to the stinging pain in my chest as my cold hands trembled.

Marcus snarled, his voice low and menacing, as he held a pocket knife close to Eleanor's throat. The cold metal pressed against her skin, making her heart race with fear. Lucas's voice was firm and commanding, his anger visible. "Let go of her, Now!!" he thundered, his eyes blazing with intense Marcus's gaze darted around the room, realizing he was surrounded, a sly smile spread across his face. “I'll come right back for you,my sweet Elle," he whispered, his hot breath on Eleanor's ear making her shudder. With a sudden movement, Marcus threw

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

Lara said to herself. “Why does my voice sound so thick” she wondered. “Master Liam, you have to rest” The doctor said again and tried to lay her back on the bed. “My name is Lara, Lara Hamilton” Lara scream and threw a tantrum. The doctor nodded slightly at a nurse, the nurse nodded too and turned around and tool out a syringe from the table and handed it to the doctor. Lara was still struggling when suddenly the doctor pierced the syringe into her neck. Lara flinched as soon as she felt the needle pierce through her skin. Almost immediately she felt dizzy and weak.