Him Razorblade Romance Novels & Stories

. I step over to protect him. But the man never moved his eyes change color again “I said shift!” He sneered. All of a sudden Razor whined even louder and right before my eyes in what felt like minutes but was less then 10 seconds Razor went from wolf to tiny little boy. “WHAT IN THE ENTIRE HELL!” I said without thinking. Razor looks at me with Sadness in his eyes. Me still in open mouth open shock he reaches for my hand, and I snatched it away from him and then yelling in pain because I completely forgot my arm was fucked up and I’m sure that I just ripped a couple of stitches. Looking at me crying. “I sorry LaLa please don’t hate me.” Razor said through tears. I come out of my stupor look

Alvaro doesn't deserve her tears. "Did he or did you decide?" "What's the point, Yan? The point is the same, break up." Ryan took a deep breath. She became a silent witness to how her best friend suffered because of her love story which always ended tragically. "Wait, I need a drink first," said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator.

My hands tremble with the need to strike, to release the pent-up fury. Instead, I grabbed a razor blade from my drawer, my hands trembling with anticipation. I took off my pants, sat on my bed, and started carving Rion’s name into my thigh. The blade bit into my flesh, and blood welled up instantly, a crimson river that flowed down my leg. The pain was a sweet release, a welcome distraction from the torment inside my head. Each letter I carved, the more I enjoyed it. The sting and the hurt were intoxicating, a perverse pleasure that made me feel alive. The blood dripped down, pooling on the sheets, a dark testament to my obsession.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

The blade sliced a line of fire across her shoulder instead of her jugular. She grabbed his wrist. Electricity flared under her skin, racing into his. His body spasmed. He crumpled. Guilt flashed through her, sharp and immediate. No time. Another rogue lunged. Rhea intercepted him, blade flashing, the two of them crashing into each other in a tangle of fur and steel. Everywhere, movement. A rogue she recognized—a gaunt she-wolf who had once shared a scrap of fire with her in the Rogue Lands—locked eyes with Luna across the chaos.

Pauline is mating me off to that old man. I look down at the last thing to put back, my razor. Staring at it, all I see is a way out of this and everything. A way to end it all, to stop it all. Pulling the razor apart, I think to myself, No! He will not have me! Not him, no! Holding the blade, trying to steddy my shaky hand, I press it into my wrist, feeling nothing but a warmth running over my skin. I leen back against the cold tiles of the shower, pulling, dragging the razor across my skin, letting the water run over me, washing me away, my blood turning the water red as it mixes at the drain, it looks so beautiful. Closing my eyes, welcoming the peace and escape from this cruel world, I f

This conversation was going in a direction that I wasn’t sure I wanted to go in. Nevi took a deep breath. “Do you remember the story that I told you about the moonlight slaughter?” My gasp echoed throughout my little cottage. I clearly remembered the story he’d told me about the moonlight slaughter. How could I forget such a story? My hand flew to my mouth. “What am I? What have I become?” “You did not die,” he said reassuringly, while raising his hands in the air in a gesture to signal for me to relax and calm down. “Rest easy, my love. You are the same Lizzy I fell in love with. The difference is that your senses are now heightened and…”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.