Brutal Hearts Novels & Stories

I fear that if he keeps cutting me, I won't make it. He runs out of skin so he moves on to my legs. I feel each incision more than the last. The pain never subdues. I try to scream out, but my vocal chords just can't do it. I feel paralyzed. Brutus doesn't look me in the eyes the entire time. I know why. He can't look at me because once he does, he'll see the pain in my eyes. Brutus wouldn't be able to live with himself after knowing what he's done to me.

Dumbass Still in the midst of mumbling his prayers, he once again felt the coolness of the ice pack on his face and was about to fling it off once more, when instead of feeling the ice pack this time, he felt a hand instead. Gently pressing the ice pack against his face. “Could you fucking—” “You’re bleeding. You look like shit. And I’m pretty sure you feel like it too. So just calm down. Wouldn’t want to have another family member admitted.

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.

Only a fool, a newborn, would charge me head-on. He thrashed. I didn't flinch. Another came at my side, I flung the first into him like a wrecking ball, sending both crashing into the far wall. The third didn’t get the same mercy. I moved, fast and clean, driving my hand into his chest with surgical precision. I felt his ribs crack, the warmth of his stolen blood coating my skin as I gripped his heart and tore it out in one brutal motion. He collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.

Taking the perfect chance, she just stabbed him straight in his heart, the heart which was ruthless , merciless and didn't care about anyone, which had enough courage to harm the innocent people and take innocent lives which was like a stone kept in the left side of his chest. With the swoosh sound, his heart got pierced and Trinity's sword passed his body and came out from his back making a large hole in his heart and chest, which caused a stream of hot and metallic blood to ooze out and flow like a waterfall from his mouth and his heart too. OHMAN was still holding onto himself and didn't want to admit his defeat that too from a lady which had never happened in his whole life. Yet he knew

With a merciless swipe of his hand, he ripped out the alpha's heart, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the air. Brian, who was engaged in a fierce battle of his own with Henry turned around just in time to witness the horrific scene. His eyes widened in shock and horror as he saw his father, the alpha, crumple to the ground, his lifeless body slumping against the earth. "Noooo!" Brian screamed, his voice echoing through the whole building, filled with anguish and despair. I felt my heart cut into a million pieces as I watched Brian's face contort in agony, his eyes filled with tears of grief and loss.

When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, excitement, glory, and gore rushes through your body all at once creating an amazing feeling. Having someone else's blood on my hands is the best stress reliever out there. Right after I fuck someone, I make them feel like a dirty used up whore before I watch them take their last breath. And the greatest thing about it is, the cops will never find me or my crew, were anonymous. 3hours later. I sat outside Merlina's house back in California contemplating on what I should do. I came here with a plan on how I was gonna kill Mrs. Kathy but something just wouldn't let me go through wit

This company was no longer ruled by fear. Damian stood in the lobby that morning, hands clasped behind his back, watching the reactions quietly. Jacob joined him, coffee in hand. “Well,” Jacob said. “That’s one way to traumatize the ghosts.” Damian didn’t smile. He simply looked up at the portrait. “That man built this place with brutality,” he said. “I’ll keep it alive with something else.” Jacob followed his gaze, nodding slowly. “Looks like you already are.” That evening, when Damian came home, Arielle noticed something different in his posture, lighter, unburdened.

They were just like them, and the both are boy Shadrach slowly torched there cheeks "brother?" Shadrach said to Meshach And Meshach smiles Also tries to go close to them "Don't dare go close to my kids!" Jane yelled at him "Am....am sorry please!" Meshach said as he stubbornly wants to torched A hot slap that shocked everyone stopped him "That is real me! If you need the kids you have to pass through me then will make you pay for all the pains you cost me!" Jane said with tears as she take her babies back to her car and drove off

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down. The grimy underground chamber, the complete opposite of the elegance above. Where there had been silk and crystal, there was now concrete and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation and the acrid scent of blood. The fight club was very popular and well known to everyone that walked the other side of the law. It was one of the hottest enterprises run by the Salvatore brothers. Invitations were always random and limited and the slots taken as soon as they are opened.