Your Words Cut Deeper Than A Knife Novels & Stories

My patience went over the edge like a dry twig yielding under pressure. "You know nothing" rolled out of me, deep and cold, like a blade of sound cleaving through the night. It wasn't deafening, and it needn't have been. It settled like lead into their bones, visibly sending shivers down their spines. I could see their shoulders hunched; I could see the gasping breaths."And therefore, you have no right to stand before me and spill filth." Before the words finished drifting away, I was practically there. My sword, being my very arm, felt heavy in my grasp and thirsty for blood. It sliced through the air, through the skin and the man fell dead, the head separated from the body.

Her words were like a slap, stinging my skin and leaving a pain that I couldn't shake. I felt a familiar ache in my chest. Her words cut deeper than I'd ever admit, slicing into my defenses and exposing the raw, vulnerable flesh beneath. I wanted to scream, to rage against the how badly I got treated, to remind her that this was my home too, that my father was the Alpha, that I had once been loved and cherished.

Just one cut and all my miseries will come to an end. I closed my eyes and pressed the blade deeper into my skin, letting the pain consume me...

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

Because he is getting me so confused now. "With a knife, don’t worry about the cut; I will give you something that will heal it up immediately.” He says it calmly, but there’s a saying that the calmness of a man can kill faster than poison. I need to leave. God, I need to fucking escape from here! I cry from the inside, and my chest and throat begin to burn like flames.

I pleaded, desperately hoping my words would penetrate his clouded mind. "They're the reason I have to do this. Remember, this is all your fault. Your death rests on your own shoulders. You should have never stuck your nose where it doesn't belong," he growled, slashing the knife towards me. Swiftly, I evaded his attack, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade.

“I feel very scared now, I'm afraid later I will lose my husband. The distance between us is getting bigger, now what should I do? Am I wrong if I want to keep what I have?” “Madam it's not wrong if you only want to defend what's yours, besides you can't let your things be stolen by others. But madam, when your goods are in someone else's hands. Then the taste of the item will not be the same as before, you have to let it go. Because the paper that has been torn, will not return to the way it was. There must be marks that make the paper ugly!” explained Mr. Beak.

Fang questions provocatively. His words are like a knife stabbing deep into the wound in my ego.

Gary's heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, the agony twisting through him until he couldn't make a sound. He cut himself with the knife like a madman, as if it didn't hurt, mumbling to himself.

Blood streamed from her eyes, painting dark streaks down her cheeks. In that suffocating moment, when Mara reached out with a ghostly hand, Autumn felt a surge of panic and instinctively drove the dagger deep into Mara's form. The blade pierced as effortlessly as cutting through water, yet the act felt horrific. And as the knife sunk in, Mara whispered with an unsettling calm, “You only harm yourself.”