Todos os capítulos de TORN BETWEEN THE THREE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: HIS ONLY WOMAN LYRA'S POV I looked at the guy next to him, how audacious of him to think that I need his opinion! How stupid of him to speak without being spoken to! Who raises these men, don't they know how to shut up and mind their own goddamn business!. I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, I could tell that my mascara was running, I could tell that I probably look like some sort of corpse bride because of how black and inky the back of my palm was. Oh God! I just got my heart completely ripped out of my chest and as if that isn't enough, I probably look like the ugliest version of myself right now! I probably look worse than that time on my twentieth birthday when my stupid maid picked a lavender colored evening gown even though I specifically asked for peach.My hair probably looks like shit, like a fucking bird's nest that is probably why this nobody feels like he can speak to me. You know what? I take full responsibility, ot is my fault, I have this st

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: WINDOW TO THE SOUL.LUCIAN'S POV The driver still had his window wound down, the gust of air rushing through should be enough to warn him to close them but I guess some people are not instinctive enough to know these signs, I guess some people are just too stuck in their own reality to hear the soft gust of the universe warning them, too stupid to care, their heads are too far up their asses to know when they are being ambushed, to understand the scintillating scent of evil, the loud breeze of its arrival.I savored the scent of his humanity, humans they are the easiest to fall because they are the least in touch with their inner self, the least connected to the unknown. I shook my head a bit, mourning the fact that he would soon be nothing but dust. I wondered if he had family that would miss him, a daughter that he cherish, I wondered if his existence will be missed then I reminded myself not to think about these facts, to just do what has to be done and leave

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: MALIGN INTENTRHEA'S POV “You are coming with me he said,” something about him, everything about his demeanor scared me. Something about the way he stood, towering over me, making me feel small as I sat with my back straight and the hot undeniable tension coursing through my veins, and the fear almost crippling me. He sent warning signals through my body. I hated being around him, my first instinct was to run and to keep running but something told me that I could not out-run him, that no matter I tried he would still get me. I wanted to run and kick and scream but I could not get my own body to move. It felt like no matter how hard I tried, my body was unwilling to obey my order, it instead stayed still as the man with the malign intent took over the entire space. His presence penetrated the entire space like a cancerous tumor does empty cells.“I am not going anywhere with you,” said with the most confident voice I could muster, I even tried to push my confide

Chapter 87My heart felt like it was hammering against my ribs, a relentless drum of fear I couldn’t silence. Every shadow in this room looked like it was waiting to swallow me whole. Lyra’s presence was suffocating. Her smile wasn’t a smile, it was a blade, sharp and cold, slicing the air between us. My hands trembled, fingers clutching the edge of the table as if it were a lifeline. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think beyond the terrifying thought that she might actually kill me.She raised her phone with such casual precision, tapping her screen, her eyes glinting with that familiar dangerous spark. I froze when I realized she was calling someone. The idea that she could be summoning anyone to this room made my chest tighten. But then I saw the name flash: Lucian. My stomach twisted.Lucian?He… he would come, right? He had to. I wanted to believe that no matter what, he would come for me. But doubt slithered in, whispering that maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would hesitate. Maybe he woul

Chapter 89I woke to pain, every nerve on fire, every breath a battle. My chest burned, my head spun, and my vision blurred with streaks of red and shadow. I was alive, barely, but I could feel death nipping at my heels like a wolf on a hunt. My limbs trembled beneath me, and I struggled to push my body upright, only to collapse again on the cold, hard ground.The world around me smelled of damp earth and smoke, the kind of smell that made your stomach lurch. I tried to move, tried to think, but everything was hazy. My father’s words, his confession, the gunshot all replayed in a loop that made my chest tighten. I thought I was done, that this was the end, but somehow, some force was still keeping me tethered to the world.Before I could even process what was happening, hands grabbed me rough, yet steady, lifting me off the ground. The air smelled different now, sharper, wilder, and I realized we were moving. I tried to struggle, tried to demand answers, but my body wouldn’t obey. I w