Romans & histoires Two Bit's Switchblade

After this, James tried his best to not pay any heed to Delainey because he knew he would have a hard time suppressing the temptation in his heart if he stayed close to a woman. Thus, he wanted to stay away as much as he could. James pulled out the Blade of Justice. The Blade of Justice had a very unassuming appearance and was about 156 centimeters in length. It looked nothing like a legendary sword.

Percival I pulled open the drawer and grabbed the silver switchblade that I always kept there. Then, I casually sat on the edge of the tub, flicking open the silver blade. I took a moment to examine it, noting its sharpness. This could be a lifesaver. I could definitely meet the moon, no problem. I hopped into the bathtub, trying my best not to make a mess. Despite the shock I felt, I did my best to keep my emotions in check. I leaned against the back of the ceramic tub and ran the sharp tip along my vein, making sure to go deep enough.

I fastened the small clasps at my back with quick fingers, the fabric whispering against my skin like a vow. My hands moved next to the vanity, to the carved ivory box I had hidden from even Mira. Inside lay the blade—a thin, ceremonial dagger with a hilt of obsidian and a kiss of emerald at its tip. A gift from a witch who had once warned me: “There will come a night when words are useless, and only steel will speak for you.”

A switchblade. My grip tightened around it. Showtime. Owen moved first, stepping behind Eric and gripping the back of his chair. “We’ll make it quick,” he said. “Blood on the floor, enough to sell it. Then we get the body out, let Joan’s guys find what they need to find.” Eric exhaled sharply. “This is fucking insane.” Marco chuckled. “Yeah, well. Welcome to our world.” I tuned them out. My pulse was steady, my fingers curled tight around the knife. I moved closer, slow, deliberate. The moment stretched, thick with tension.

Madeline’s eyes widened. “Really?” I nodded. First, I took her to the bathhouse for a proper wash. Then we bought her two new outfits to replace the dirty ones she’d been wearing. After that, we went to a hair salon and got her a neat bob haircut. Madeline stared at her reflection. It was as if she had become a completely different person. “Will he like me now?” I shook my head. “This is just the first step.” “What’s the second step?”

All my original reasons for rejecting them still stand, and I have more important things to focus on right now… "Where's my switchblade?" I can't lose track of that. First of all, it's not a common switchblade. It was crafted with a substance called ‘Lagorin’, which can only be found in Tophet. Being coated with the substance made it possible for me to kill that Vampire the first day I stepped into Crestbane University. If someone found the switchblade in Liminal Kaelith Argon’s room, the Liminal order will put the pieces together and begin looking for the Venenum here at Crestbane.

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

Vitali’s lips drew closer, his grip tightening as he toyed with the idea of violating me even further. I shifted, subtly enough that the switchblade hidden in my back pocket pressed into my hip, a reminder of my one chance. As Vitali trailed his tongue over my chin, I slid my hand behind me, fingers slipping into my pocket. In one quick, precise motion, I flicked open the blade and drove it deep into his thigh.

He pulled out two switchblade knives, handmade and engraved with traditional Russian dialect. "Which one do you think I should use? I like them both but I don't want to get both dirty, do you see my dilemma? I can't decide." He said holding up the knives eyelevel as we walked down the steps and into the basement. One of my men guarding the door stepped aside and I nodded at him in acknowledgement. "Use the one in your dominant hand. It's obviously the one you like the most." I told him. We stepped into the dark room and I flicked on the light.

" Flo held her stomach while groaning in pain. A little blood was visible on her hand. “FLO!!” Alisa panicked to see her friend injured. “Why? Are you in pain, huh? That was my follow-up attack. And now look at this.” Santana shouted again, calling for the weapon. “LEVEL THREE!!” Red light emerged again from the gap between the handle and the blade of the scythe. It was the highest mode for the second generation of the technology created by the Politech company. “EAT THIS!!” ZAZAZAZAZAZAZA