Knife Drop 소설 & 이야기

A little effort, and the plastic was torn off. Kit began sharpening the tip, holding her breath, frozen by every rustle, real or imagined. It seemed to her that the sound of iron rubbing against concrete was monstrously loud ... The fat man would certainly hear, come and take away her straw, her hope of salvation ... But she could not stop, did not want to ... Who knows what Harry would do to her when he returned? She MUST have a weapon by now.

“Sit down.” “Penelope, he’s—” “Sit down,” I repeat, my eyes locking onto Khalani’s greasy forehead. “Did you walk across the floor just to bark, Khalani? Because the noise is giving me a headache.” “Not just to talk,” Khalani says. His hand moves to his leather belt. There is a sharp, metallic click. A heavy, jagged hunting knife drops onto the table, the moonstone blade driving two inches deep into the wood. The silver-white edge gleams under the blue neon lights of the bar.

Mona hesitated for a second, then gripped it carefully. "Okay... don't judge me." "I would never," he said calmly. She made the first cut. Slow. Uneven. She squinted slightly. "...I can already feel it," she complained. The chef chuckled again. "Breathe through your mouth," he suggested. She tried. It helped... a little. "This is stressful," she muttered, making another awkward slice. From the hallway, Kane's voice murmured low as he spoke on the phone, his tone controlled, distant.

It was clear this wasn’t his first rodeo. Kaidën scanned the options until his hand found a butcher knife, its weight solid and familiar. He hefted it, feeling the cool metal against his palm, and glanced back at the boy—who stood impervious and ready to strike. The whistle blew sharply, slicing through the frozen air like a blade, and the world around him narrowed down to just them.

Kyle quickly struggled to seat upright, using his elbow to hit Mateo on the face multiple times during the process. "What's that??" Mateo squirmed in pain. "I think I brought a knife with me, i kept it on my shoes so you wouldn't see it" Kyle grinned as he reached out to the shoe on his right leg for the knife. Quickly, Kyle drew out a knife, he flipped it up and the sharp blades came into view Mateo smirked "For once, I love you....quickly do the needful, we have to help out" Kyle nodded as he aimed at the rope in the net.

I removed the knife as she gasped and boom, Dead! “Goodbye.”

“That’s why I’m called The Shiv.” “B-betrayer? Traitor?” he sputtered, “Don Vyon, I do not know what you’re talking about!” I nodded patiently. “Don’t worry. There’s more than enough time to make you understand.” I leaned away and walked over to the table where an array of knives, different types and sizes, were on display, my eyes scanning for the perfect tool for the night. For the sleazy traitor. My eyes finally settled on a twelve-inch blade with a silver blade, and the corner of my lips turned up in a half, sinister smile.

If I struck too soon, his allies would descend like wolves. And I wasn’t ready for that. Keiran reached into his coat and pulled something out. A knife. Its blade was sharp, polished steel glinting under the moonlight. He flipped it in his hand before offering it to me, hilt first. “Use this,” he said. “When the time comes.” I took it without hesitation, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was smaller than the weapons I trained with, but the edge was deadly. A quick, clean kill.

What the fuck would happen if he completely lost his shit? “Steel,” Knives said, his voice chillingly calm, as he playfully flicked the knife around in his hand. “I think he’s uncomfortable like this? Why don’t we pick him up and tie him to that table instead?”

CHAPTER 24. Urge to kill him. >>>>>URGE TO KILL HIM. Akira’s gaze lingered too long on the silver knife beside Dominus’s plate, and crazy thoughts began to creep into her mind. The blade was curved, polished, and sharp enough to deliver a lethal stab to the neck, aimed at cutting veins. It was meant for slicing roasted meat, but Akira knew how to wield such small knives to her advantage. ‘Do it,’Aya, her wolf, surged inside her. ‘One move, and you'll kill him. Do it for Klax.’