The Twist Of A Knife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tell me more.” “A standard blade is either 1/2 inch or a full inch. You have to special order a 1/4 inch or get it from a certain brand. A 1/4 inch is more the size of a pocket knife or paring knife, none of which would make those marks.” “What does that tell us?” I was quiet for a moment. “Dad has a signature knife used for torture.” Cade nodded. “What else did you notice about the cuts?” “One side was jaggard, like it was a serrated, but not in a normal way. Almost like it is twisted. The other was straight, but at an angle.”

Bad move. I twist around, madly slashing through flesh. He howls in pain,and hot blood sprays across my face. I taste the disgusting metallic tinge on my tongue. It tastes like victory. I spit out blood and scramble to my feet, completely off balance, gripping the edge of the countertop with one hand, the bloody knife in the other.

He tightened his fist. Dagger yelped and then blubbered, "The kn-knife..." "Indeed," Leander purred, and with that, he gave his wrist a sharp twist- wrenching Dagger's cock from his body with his bare hand! Dagger howled in pain. My heart thundered in my chest.

- He sounded slightly surprised. - Don't try to wind me up, we all know that I was never welcome in your pack. Without further ado I hurled a knife at him, which obviously deflected, briefly knocking him out of his upright fighting stance. Holding the second knife I tried to hit him and when he dodged again I twisted my torso for a second try. This time he grabbed my wrist before the knife got close to his skin and twisted it making me drop the knife. I tried to hold the arm that was twisting my wrist but his other hand was quicker to stop it and he spun me around trapping one arm behind my back and the other in front of me as he moved behind me.

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.

I twisted the dagger into its skull, satisfied by the cracking sound that I heard. The beast was screaming now, and it was doing everything to turn around and grab me, but I wasn't going to allow any of that. I continued to drive the knife deeper and deeper until the only thing left to be seen was the hit of the blade which was bedecked with its blood.

He tightened his fist. Dagger yelped and then blubbered, "The kn-knife..." "Indeed," Leander purred, and with that, he gave his wrist a sharp twist- wrenching Dagger's cock from his body with his bare hand! Dagger howled in pain. My heart thundered in my chest.

I couldn’t fall. Cale’s eyes widened in surprise, his lips curving into something worse than a smile—realization. His fingers wrapped around the handle, and before I could brace myself, he twisted the knife. Agony exploded through my entire body, and I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat. My hands clutched his wrist, nails digging into his skin, but it only seemed to delight him more. "Well, well," he mused, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Looks like silver still works on you, after all." He twisted it again, and I dropped to my knees, breathless and trembling. "I think you’ve finally learned your place, Quinn."

Katana faced Gani with her brows up. "What I mean is that, if she just only witness what happened she will understand everything and not blame someone." Gani was slowly loosing his patience with Katana. "Oh, so let me slam your head on the rock and let's see if you won't passed out." Katana was so eager to stand her point and said it sarcastically. "That's not the point, I mean is she won't blame--" Gani didn't even finish his statement. "Does she blame you? She wasn't right? I didn't hear her blaming you." Katana shrugged her shoulders off.

The knife-wielder sneered and lunged first. Instinct took over. I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist mid-swing, and twisted hard. The blade clattered onto the pavement. My boot slammed into his ribs, sent him sprawling with a howl. I could’ve ended him right there, knife in the throat, one quick slice but I didn’t. I kicked the blade across the asphalt instead.