Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

But nothing could shield me from the guilt my father placed squarely on my shoulders. I reach for the nightstand drawer, my fingers searching for the only tool that ground me—a razor blade. The sharp sting of the blade has become my way of numbing the emotional pain, even if just for a moment. I roll up my sleeves at once, ready to relieve myself. As I hold it in my trembling hand, my phone’s ringtone pierces through the silence. Startled, I fumble, and the blade slips from my grasp, landing with a faint clink on the floor. I inhale sharply as I stare at the metallic blade, then glance at the small line I’ve made on my wrist. A tear falls from my eyes.

He's going crazy! The fat man still regretfully released Rian, the situation between the three of them was very tense. Rian thought she couldn't deal with two people at the same time, she didn't know what to do. All right, let's bring her along. The thin man gave up, he was determined to satisfy the fat man. Rian's eyes widened, where did he want to take her? Rian is angry, this behavior is no different from kidnapping! The thin man suddenly stabbed her with a knife, Rian tried to stay calm, she did not dare to move. Rian's stomach groaned, she was still hungry, she only ate a little, why did she have such bad luck when she was full?

"That's deep. Very deep." "Below the ward stones. Where screams don't carry except through your bond." Her young face hardened with old rage. "I clean those cells. I've seen what they do." She pulled out something else—a knife wrapped in phoenix-white cloth. Even sheathed, it hummed with power that made my corrupted fire recoil. "What is that?" "A blade forged from phoenix tears. The tears Lyra shed the night she died." Rhea unwrapped it carefully. The metal looked like crystallized sorrow, beautiful and terrible. "The only weapon that can truly kill another phoenix. No resurrection, no essence preservation. Complete ending."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

he gasped, his voice strained but unbroken. I tossed the nail aside and moved to the next finger, the middle one. This time, I didn't twist—I pulled straight out, slow and steady, letting him feel every millimeter of the tear. His body convulsed against the ropes, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the tears he couldn't hold back. “Talk, Caleb. Make it stop.” He shook his head, panting. “Never.” Enough games. I dropped the pliers and grabbed the hooked blade, its edge razor-sharp. I sliced a shallow line across his forearm, just deep enough to part the skin without hitting major arteries.

Kitana rushed out, checking out the wound on Ryder’s side that was partly healed but had some dark veins appearing all around it like they had started to spread. “I got stabbed with a silver blade trying to protect me, I need to get him to the hospital back home. Can you mind link them to say we’re coming and let them know Ryder is hurt?” I replied with more tears running down my face, I never wanted him to get hurt or now he might even die.

the girl whispered timidly before she smiled sadly and another tear fell from her eyes. Blaze intently stared at the girl with his calm gaze while both of their parents were all tensed on their seats. "If you will stop poking your eyes with your nails then maybe you won't tear up so much..." Blaze suddenly spoke with his soft tone when he figured out what was unusual with the girl who kept on poking her eyes to shed a tear. Despite Blaze's soft tone, everyone around the table heard what he said, making Bella and Lander abruptly turn to the girl with their earnest gazes.

I look like a trainwreck and feel like it as well. My eyes drift over the counter and I see Alessio’s razor. It is laying there, waiting, inviting. My fingers itch to take it, to hurt myself. The next second I am sitting in the large tub with the razor in my hand. My clothes are drenched in red liquid pouring out of my wrist. I cut again, and again. Further up my arm since the wrist is now a big open wound. Silent tears are again falling down my cheeks, blurring my vision and preventing me from seeing what I’m doing. All I see is red.

I just want to rest. “You should be the one to blame here Vishiea. That’s why I will also get your life in exchange for my parent’s life. I will make sure that you will not see the light again.” She said and grabbed the dagger on the table. She showed it to me. “I will use this knife instead of my precious nails. What do you think? Could Darius still like you if I slice your face right now?” She said and held my chin. I moved my head but Cynthia held it.