Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

Surrendering. My tears bursted, and I let it stream down my face. I guess it's not that greedy if I let Dad see the real me. The other side of me that I've been hiding for years. I am weak, wreck and broken. My chest was hurting and all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes hurt and my heart bleeds. It was the only thing that strengthened me. It's where I hope for the pain to subside. L "I saw him. I saw him this morning, princess. I saw him in your house with another woman. L I wanted to surprise you. But—Fuck!"

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

“Crystal, there is only one thing I want to happen. To save our child. Let's forget about revenge. Let us forget the pains that nothing else can cause us but the incessant tears. ” I could see Blade's body approaching my seat. I could just feel his finger wiping my tears from his eyes. “I hope the days will come when tears will fall in your eyes, but not because of sadness. If not for the sheer pleasure. ” I felt the hand song drop to my lips. He pierced both corners of my lip with his finger and then lifted it. “I can't wait to see the real smiles on your lips. Hopefully, the day will come when you don’t have to struggle to be happy. That is all I want for you. ”

She gasped and screamed in pain. The pain she felt was immense as the blade tore through her abdomen, going in and coming out the other end. Her eyes were wide, she looked down to her abdomen where the blade had gone into her and her hands came down to hold on to the blade, she looked up at Ryder’s face and saw that he had a surprise look on his face. Surprise, shock and regret. She groaned and leaned forward into him, causing him to snap back and he quickly pulled the blade out of her and then dissolving it into the dark mist it was formed from. He caught her in his arms.

As I walked out of the entrance, EJ's parents rushed past me. _____________________ I looked at the razor blades on the table that I usually used when I was designing and making clothes. I slowly reached for it and brought it to my wrist. The tears hadn't stopped and the pain wasn't letting up either. It all hurt too much and, this time, I was hoping for things to slow down and start over; this time, I wanted everything to come to an end. I closed my eyes and pressed the razor in.

"Why don't you see this? This won't work. You're a werewolf and I'm a- I'm human. Our union is just wrong. We'll never be accepted. We-" My words got stuck in my throat, tears replacing them by freely running down my cheeks. I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated and sad. He couldn't understand. He couldn't see I was doing him a favor. "Oh, no Evanora," Blade's voice finally softened as he moved toward me. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry I was harsh but please don't cry." His words only triggered more tears and I allowed them to roll freely down my cheeks. "Please, love," Blade whispered loud enough to hear. He raised his hand and gently, used his thumb to wipe my tears away, leaning forwar

I wonder why I didn't pick up his scent when I first entered the library. From his appearance he looked like he meant business. He seems like he's seen better days though. His clothes were torn in quite a few places, his shirt being the worst ripped open, revealing pale white skin underneath with his six pack torso, his chest was covered in bites and scratches. His brown hazel hair was matted with dark blackish red blood and leaves. He has a holster carrying two Katonah swords, slinged over his shoulder and back, with a medium size silver plated hunting knife tucked in his left boot.

The shadows they cast mirrored the depth of her fatigue, serving as a constant reminder of the nights spent silently weeping or struggling to find solace in restless dreams. Rose's once bright and vibrant eyes now drooped lazily, lacking their usual sparkle and verve. They seemed heavy, burdened by the weight of unshed tears and unspoken worries. Their luster had dimmed, like a flickering flame desperately clinging to its last embers. Each blink appeared slow and deliberate, as if summoning the strength to stay open was an arduous task in itself.

I needed exactly five tears. Her nails found purchase on my face, and I felt the blood trickle from my face as her nails sliced through. I had to jerk back as one claw sliced too close to my eye. But once the five tears dropped into the cup, I pulled away from her grip. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than I already had.

My vision was blurry because of my never ending tears. Sharp pain continued to sink through my core as he forced his way in. I felt myself tearing apart more and more and had to sink my nails into his skin on his back. He wasn't slow but was so eager to penetrate inside of me that my eyes rolled up. Soon I felt myself getting wet around his shaft and heard him groan with his eyes lingering down to mine.