Ahs Tear You Apart の小説・ストーリー

He heard it, so was Adom. Adom broke apart their hug gently and looked into Ash eyes in shock. His eyes were slightly red, with tears sliding down from his eyes on his face. He ran over his thumbs on his cheeks gently, in attempting to wipe away the tears. Ash couldn’t hold out anymore. He broke down. He sobbed, and sobbed. His hands tried to cover his face, his tears, his feels and his thoughts.. Adom sat him down near a balcony armchair which was big enough for both of them. Adom's hugged his shoulder gently, softly petting him to coax him. Ash leaned onto Adom with his shoulders still trembling from his crying.

Because something far more dangerous had just entered the equation. The First Tear Opened A loud crack split through the room. Not sharp. But heavy. Like something being forced open. Everyone Turned Even the attackers froze. Even Sam stopped moving. Because This This wasn’t part of anyone’s plan. The Space Ripped One of the fractures along the wall widened suddenly— Stretching open into something that wasn’t just a crack anymore. It was a tear. A tear in reality itself. And through it Something moved. Not fully visible Not fully formed.

"Alright, take them off." The hoods were pulled away, and I blinked against the dim light. Around me stood a dozen girls my age. Their bodies were bruised, their faces streaked with tears and fear. Tyler pulled out his phone and dialed. "Mrs. Fuller, the girls are ready. You can come make your pick." "Good. I'll be right there," came Margaret's voice on the other end. My heart slammed against my ribs. The sharp click of high heels echoed closer and closer.

I hate that some stupid, broken part of me wants to answer him. Tears running down my face now as I try to claim my breath back. Callan raises both hands slowly, palms out, like he is approaching a wounded animal. I hate that too. “Okay,” he says. “I won’t touch you.” My back slides down the wall before I can stop it. Suddenly I am on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, my breath tearing out of me in sharp, useless gasps. I am weak. I am pathetic. I am falling apart in front of Callan fucking Ravaryn.

I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us." Whether it was the distant way I addressed him or my admission that I didn't love him anymore and had fallen for someone else, it was all a heavy blow to Cole. He staggered away, looking like his soul had been sucked out of him. I gave Timothy an awkward smile. After some hesitation, I explained, "Cole is… a bit hard to shake off. I only said all that to make him give up. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Greer." He waved it off as if it were nothing, his eyes full of amusement. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends."

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Killian turned as the sky split apart. A tear in reality opened—and Seraphine descended, cloaked in shadows, her eyes bleeding darkness, her mouth twisted in a smile. “You survived,” she said. “Good. Because the real war begins now.”

Theo expressed with deep emotion when he noticed tears streaming down Ashton’s cheeks. Theo instantly recognized that Ashton was awake when he noticed a change in his breathing pattern the moment he entered the room. Yet, he chose to let Ashton continue feigning sleep. He thought it was better this way; it would allow him to listen to his heartfelt confession uninterrupted. Gently, Theo took the towel and dabbed at Ashton’s tears. "Please, don’t cry... it pains me to see your tears," he murmured softly, his voice nearly breaking. Despite this, Ashton's tears kept flowing uncontrollably. He struggled to keep his eyes shut but found it increasingly difficult.

she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared at him with a burning fury. A flicker of something unreadable crossed Adrian's eyes. Before she could react further, he surprised her by pulling her close, his thumb brushing away the tears staining her face. Adrian's gaze swept over Ashleigh, lingering on the tear streaks that painted her face with a strange vulnerability. Her lips, bitten raw from nervous anticipation, seemed fuller somehow. A dark memory flickered in his mind – Ashleigh, intoxicated at the resort, leaning carefree against another man. The audacity of it – so carefree in someone else's arms while she was so determined to flee him at every turn, and now, the raw hatred

Slowly, she began to pull them down, her breath hitching in her throat with each inch of fabric revealed. Tears stung her eyes as she bared herself, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. She was only halfway through when Rhys's impatience got the better of him. With a frustrated growl, he impatiently fisted the bodice and with a single, forceful tug, tore it off her. A gasp escaped Amara's lips as the fabric ripped away, leaving her trembling and exposed. More tears followed suit, cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his relentless aggression.