You Didn't Have To Cut Me Off Gif Novels & Stories

Damn it. "Look, miss, I don't know you, and I don't want to go with you. I wasn't even a little bit interested. I already have a girlfriend. So take off your f*cking hands from me or else I'll cut them off, " I said in a menacing voice.

Mitchell suddenly dropped to his knees, grabbing my wrist. "Sera! Give me another chance! I’ll beg the Great Elder, beg the Moon Goddess, to heal your wound! We can—!" "Heal my wound?" I suddenly laughed, and the way I looked at him was like he was a stranger. As if all the love and hate from before had just… vanished. "Mitchell, I don’t need you anymore. You shouldn’t have come here." "A real bond shouldn't be a choice based on weighing pros and cons. It should be the only answer. Too bad you two never saw me as that 'only'."

Old Zane was hit with a painful punch by Riffen, he immediately fell to the ground, because the pain was so bad that he couldn't say anything. Doris was temporarily unable to accept the current situation, so she didn't know what to say, she held the photo firmly in her hand and was dragged away by Riffen.

"F*ck! You bi— Ah! Sh*t! Argh!" "Tssk, tssk, tssk, Mr. That's a ride thing to say! Ha-ha! We're just getting started so you better grabbed on to your toe 'cause it's cutting time!" I giggled and walked towards the table and grab the cutter, damn this is gonna be a shower of blood. "Yow guys, which one would you like for me to cut first? The big one or the tiny little one?" I face the two, Nathaniel and Clark who's seems lost for words.

"If I hear one thing about you, Gaith, be it significant or insignificant, I will cut you into little pieces while you're still breathing and conscious. Even when you're begging for death, I will not grant it. Are we clear?" "Yes, yes." He sobbed. I dropped him back to the ground and grabbed his finger. Sharply, almost in a blur, I cut off his right pinky. He screamed so loud, I almost thought of stabbing him. But I didn't want to kill him. I only wanted to punish him, to serve as a warning to others or perhaps whoever sent him.

"Did you get this..." "It's doesn't matter." He cut me off, shaking his head. "It doesn't hurt that much." "Let me see." I said as he tried to back away. It wasn't really a big deal, but the cut was deeper than a usual one. I averted my eyes to find out that he was staring at me. And in that moment, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. It was as if I was glued to his eyes.

Interesting. “Talk.” I ordered him. The bastard leaned his head back and gave me an arrogant grin before he opened his mouth. His tongue has been cut off. My laughter was low and sinister as I clutched his jaw tightly. My hold tightened on his jaw, making him wince with pain as I leaned in closer.

Having taken his blood from his mother’s family, I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side if he was angered. “Yes, true, but in all honesty. I believe that there’s something else that we can chop off. He won’t need it anyway, not anymore at least” I said cutting his button with the knife I had in my eyes, slowly moving the knife over the zipper making Anastas’s eyes widen. “No”

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

My throat feels tight. I force a soft laugh, leaning forward so the long blonde hair spills over my shoulders again, hiding everything. "You guys have been so amazing tonight," I say, keeping my voice sweet and steady. "But Kitten has to cut it short. Something comes up that I can’t ignore. I’m sorry, loves. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise." The protests flood in immediately. I blow a quick kiss, mute the mic, and hit the button to end the stream. The red "LIVE" indicator disappears. The room goes suddenly quiet, just the low hum of my computer fan and my own breathing.