Ahs Tear You Apart Novels & Stories

The truth was finally out. The lies were gone. All that was left was a broken man and a broken woman, their souls laid bare for each other to see. Hades stood there, his body shaking with a mix of rage, sorrow, and a profound, heartbreaking love. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and a single, silent tear rolled down his cheek. The dam broke. The strong, unyielding, ruthless Cross Bearer was gone, replaced by a broken man, a man who had lost everything and found it all in a single, painful moment.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

He then hears a loud snore and snorts coming from beside him. He witnesses his partner falling asleep with his head leaning on the window. He snickers quietly as he thinks of a comical method to rouse him up. He puts his latte macchiato in the cupholder. He grabs the control box and activates the air horn. The raucous sound startles Chris, which made him let out a high-pitched shriek. Brian is dying of laughter; Chris is irritated that his partner rudely awakened him. He adjusts his posture and turns his head to face him.

I feel so sorry for their loved ones. Ashley Bowers [Crying uncontrollably and wheezing while sharing]: I don’t even know what to say.... It feels so wrong that I have to speak upon my deceased husband. We have been married for over ten years and it hurts that we couldn’t experience another decade together. My five year old son has been crying the whole day ever since we were told about the tragic death. Now he’s going to end up fatherless. I don’t really care if some random person or an ant killed him, I want whoever that did it to feel and experience the same torture they caused to my husband. [sighs heavily] Can you guys stop filming me? I need to be alone!

It cut, bled her heart. Sarah’s heart sank down to her feet. Her fear finally came true. Her bruised and scared heart finally broke into irreparable pieces. Finally the awaiting moment of the cruel machination of fate has arrived. Her chest swell, her eyes welled. Meeting his gaze, she could simply and softly replied, ''Too late.” Sarah ran outside in the downpour rain, leaving the broken pieces of her heart at his feet, at his mercy. To have the love and trust you'd so recently given torn to pieces was like having a hand grenade explode in your face!

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

*** Asahd’s POV: I stared at the ground, the lump in my throat, unshakable. There I was, sitting on a bench in a park I found close by. My clothes were now twisted and my perfect hair, scattered, because I’d pulled on both earlier, when I had to let all that rage out. ′How can this be happening? Asahd you are fucked up. I’m so finished. It’s for real!′ I put my face in my palms, unable to fight the urge to cry. And I did. I shed tears for a long while and took my phone out. Since I’d picked it up, I’d not tried to put it on.

Her tears fell like torrential rain and her voice sounded stertorous. But to Ashton, every tear that fall on the back of his hand carried a heavy feeling that weighed on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Her tears burned the back of his hands like a tornado and Ashton could not help but hate himself for a moment. He drew her into his embrace without a second thought and soon his shirt was soaked.

"Milan! You said it yourself. You said it yourself. Did you forget? Did you forget?" "You said you found me dirty, you said you would not touch me again. You said I was disgusting, you said I was extremely tasteless. You said that. It's all because of you. Did you forget?" How could he be like that? How could he forget so easily? A tearing sound rang out, and her clothes, at a speed visible to the naked eye, easily tore apart. This "whoosh" sound, made Ashley dizzy for a few seconds, suddenly...