Your Words Cut Deeper Than A Knife Novels & Stories

I don't what happened to me when I heard his inhumane words stabbing me again and again. As if one sharp thrust was not enough, he would take the knife out and then hit me again in the same spot until I bleed to death. It's not necessary to kill someone physically with a weapon, one can do the same damage with thier words just like Arnold did to me in that moment. There was no reflection of emotions on my face or either my eyes watered. I was numb as I walked out of the door.

In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.

These words stung me, a painful torrent that defied description. But before I could answer, Visha turned a frosty gaze on me, her tone suddenly rising to scream. Remember her voice, I thought, as the words of Visha cut into me like some knife. "Stop calling, please stop behaving as if you care," she said, her voice laced with venom, each word a dagger aimed directly at my heart.

I feel like falling into an abyss and simply disappear. Her mere words still cut me deeper than a thousand knives. She ruined what was sacred, all because why? Why did she have to go as far as this? Am I not good enough? Is the distance truly not enough for her to bear? Was it just a moment of weakness on her part? But yet, I cannot stand being betrayed. I am being rejected, and it kills me.

The words were as sharp as a sword. “This is my final warning, next time I will put a bullet through its brain!”

the voice spat out, each word like a hammer blow to her already battered spirit. The venomous words sliced through the air like a dagger, cutting deep into Emily's already fragile resolve. She froze, her heart plummeting to the pit of her stomach as the harsh insult echoed off the walls of the hallway. It was as if the very air around her had turned toxic, suffused with the cruel taunts that seemed to come from all directions.

Aldrake said, his words shattering her heart. His words sliced through her heart like a thousand shards of glass, each one cutting deeper into her soul. Tears streamed down her face, a torrent of pain and despair that she couldn't contain. She trembled, her entire being shattering under the weight of his cruel words. It was as if the very foundation of her world had been ripped apart, leaving her gasping for air, unable to process the brutal truth that had just been laid bare.

Xavier observed, his voice slicing through the lingering silence like a knife through butter. With a cold glare, I responded, "One more word from you, Xavier, and I will bury this knife deep into your chest," I growled, my fingers tensely slicing through another piece of meat I had no intention of eating. Xavier scoffed dismissively, "You can't—"

All that was left was the silence of someone who has been stabbed so deep that even reacting would make it worse. I rest my head against the door and sob until the alcohol drags me under, until I ended up passing out while sitting out there, guarding a door that she won’t even open, clutching the wreckage of words that I can’t take back. And when morning comes, I know it will definitely be different. Because some words don’t fade. Some words stay and they also destroy. And I’ve just ended up destroying the one thing I have left to lose—her

On the words that weren’t meant for me, but somehow always were. “Looks like someone’s moving up in the world,” one of the younger maids said, her voice a little too loud to be an accident. I set the knife down. Quietly. Carefully. Like it might break if I held it too tight. Like I might. I’d been through worse. I reminded myself of that. Over and over. But this… this was different. And I couldn’t explain why. A soft tug at the hem of my skirt broke through the noise in my head.