Novel & Cerita Brutal Hearts

I cry. I could feel my eyes open, but I didn't care. "Z, calm down-" "How can I calm down, Margot?! He didn't even give me a chance to see what my daughter looked like! I didn't even see her face!" I continue. My two sisters hugged me while. I was losing myself there, and all I wanted to do was cry. "I despise him. I wish he had just died!" I said more. The wound in my heart was so deep, and I felt so angry with Brandon. I wish he had died and not my baby!

Brutal. Time became meaningless..measured only in heartbeats and blade strikes, in the burning of muscles and the copper taste of blood in the air. Dawn crawled over the horizon, painting the carnage in shades of gold and crimson. Bodies littered the ground, friend and foe alike, the earth drinking deep of what they offered.

Brave I perceived a knife stabbed unswerving into my chest. The pointed tip of the knife landed through the skin of my heart. I am certain that very moment my heart does not wish to continue. Damn, my heart breaks. Oh man it is very painful. My heart is pounding very weak. It feels like my heart admits defeat and does not want to fight anymore. I couldn’t stop crying.

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.

They don't want to start a war, they want to destroy me. But they're making one very stupid mistake. Killing my girls won't stop me from coming after them. It'll give me nothing left to lose, nothing to keep me tied to my clean business persona. Because Livy and Addison make up the two parts of my heart. And I will become heartless. If I'm going to die from a broken heart, I'm taking Debrassy with me. One by one I shoot the bastards as I move closer to the entrance. They fall like dominoes, one at a time, landing in a pile of bodies leading out of the door.

Annette wanted to brace again but behind her the doors blew open sending splinters of plank and oak flying into the room, Annette moved of course, she was missed. Bruce stepped in to see if he succeeded but Annette came in behind him and struck so hard he flew across the room, Hannah stepped aside but still Bruce plowed right through the redwood table hitting the wall beyond it with a gruesome thud. He gurgled clearly having a broken ribcage but Annette appeared behind him again and bit down in his neck, sucking the groaning pain staked man until he was almost dry, then she struck a hand into his chest and ripped out his heart.

Brutus's emotions surged uncontrollably, and his agitation reached its peak. He began to leap and dash, engaging in a frenzy of punches. Towering trees crumbled under the force of his blows, the frozen surface of the lake shattered into fragments with each powerful strike, and the one-meter-square-sized rocks were reduced to rubble beneath the relentless force of Brutus' fists.

She could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage, adrenaline rushing like wildfire through her veins, bubbling to the surface of her emotions in the form of a laugh. No doubt, Ethan was making his way towards her apartment right now like an avenging angel set on exacting swift and painful punishment for her transgressions. She felt sorry for leaving poor Heather alone to bear the brunt of Ethan’s fury, but that couldn’t be helped. Maybe, a raise or an all-expenses paid vacation would make up for that.

Then the fury erupted. I hurled the phone across the room, hearing it crack against the wall. My bag went next, spilling clothes across the stained carpet. I grabbed the cup of tea on the table, smashing it against the dresser until shards littered the floor. My hands burned, small cuts opening, but I didn’t stop. The mattress, the chair, the nightstand—I tore at them like they were to blame. Like I could rip out the pain if I destroyed enough. I thought of my mother’s trembling prayers, of Aria’s tear-stained face, of Victor’s coffin lowered into the ground. And then of Evelyn’s smirk, Mason’s betrayal, Lynette’s claws sinking in where I’d been torn open.

There was a man in his ending teens, he has long dark hair, cascading down to his back, he has those brown eyes, that are very captivating, with, plumb lips, well carved eyebrows, and a pointed nose, he was very handsome,he was wearing Blue shirt, filled with dirt,and some shorts, he sat under the tree as he felt his life easily slipping away from him, he has tried so hard, his body cleched, wrapped himself up in a ball, as he allowed his tears flow like the July rain drops, he cried till there was no more tears, there was nothing he was feeling at that moment but rather an unmeasurable pain, that can't be cured by any doctor or Psychiatrist , as he remembered , how he is feeling this raw em