Ahs Tear You Apart Novels & Stories

I felt a tight sharp pain in my chest. The tears came without warning, they blurred my vision and choked my throat. I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t even control the sobs that wracked my body. Each tear felt as if a piece of my heart was being ripped out, my heart went, as it went all out for Asher, the tears hot and heavy as it rolled down my cheeks. I gasped for air, but it felt like I was drowning, suffocating. My chest tightened, a sharp pain that made it hard to breathe as if an iron band was squeezing the life out of me.

On my way home, someone suddenly stepped into my way. The disheveled man before me was dressed in rags. "Julie, why can't I get in touch with you for days? And why did you cancel the supplementary credit card? Did you know how hard it was for me?" I finally recognized the voice as Elijah's and was surprised to see him in such a horrid state. Staggering backward, I dodged his attempt at grabbing me. "Elijah, we've broken up. Of course you can't use my card anymore."

he told the warriors, "not brute force. Coordination. Like a heartbeat." I joined, pushing limits. Summoned a Moonbane gale, silver walls rising against mock assaults. But the Tear rebelled, threading dark strands that warped the gale's edges, devouring light and shadow. "No!" I growled, yanking it back. Warriors recoiled, eyes wide with fear. Thea approached, offering a crystal vial. "Drink. Purge. The Tear erodes your boundaries." I swallowed; bitterness like bile. Power steadied, but exhaustion crashed like waves.

He straightened slightly on his knees, ignoring the gun still pressed to the back of his head. “What exactly do you mean by that?” he asked, but not quite as smoothly as before. Asher’s smile widened. “Oh, you’ll see,” he said lightly. I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest, already feeling the anticipation curl in my gut. Hawk and Asher together were a special kind of chaos. They didn’t just hurt people… they ‘enjoyed’ dismantling them piece by piece, in ways that didn’t always leave visible damage but always left them broken.

Even the moonstone necklace he'd given me was broken in the ashes by the hearth. Ella sat in the mess, her eyes red and brimming with tears. Once, the sight of her like this would've turned his anger to helplessness. She had always reminded him of a younger me—stubborn and prone to tantrums. But now, Ella was just an eyesore. No matter how angry I ever got, I would never destroy anything, nor did I ever hide behind fake innocence. Kellen stepped through the wreckage and squatted down in front of her. Ella's eyes flickered with hope, thinking he'd wipe her tears the way he always had.

Tears escaped my eyes for several different reasons. I didn't know whether it was because he's sleeping with other girls after I just left because he had did that to me. Because I hurt him just as bad as he hurt me and he's feeling the same pain that I'm feeling. Or because I broke Jack Finnegan Gilinsky. My mind was moving a million miles per second. Regret, guilt and agony filling my veins causing more tears to arise. "K-Kat?" A voice said on the other line breaking me from my thoughts.

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

“How could I do that, tell me.” “One thing that you didn’t understand about me is I won’t let the people who are important to me walk out of my life. You’re important to me and you should know that.” This time Ashley couldn’t control her tears and shed it in front of him. Unlike her previous heartbreaks, these are not tears of depression or sadness. It’s purely happy tears. She’s happy right now than anyone else. “Hey, don’t cry,” he wiped her tears with his thump. “This is the third time you’re crying in front of me. I don’t want you to cry anymore,” he said.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.