Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

She took a peek at Jaguar’s business card. Furthermore, she analyzed the white board and Jaguar’s business card. She crumpled it and walked over to the whiteboard, where she put Jaguar’s name. “Do I need your help? F-ck off.” *** “What happened to her?” asked Claire. Rios ignored her and stared at Scarlett’s room. He held his jawline as he remembered what he saw on Scarlett’s arm. He couldn’t see what it wrote on Scarlett’s arm, but he knew it was a drawing.

It fell from my face, landing directly on Rye's clawed hand where it gripped my throat. Rye screamed, jerking away from me like I'd burned him. He stumbled backward, clutching his hand as smoke rose from where my tear had touched his skin. Air rushed into my lungs. I gasped, choking, my body convulsing as oxygen flooded back. My vision cleared slowly, the black spots receding. I pushed myself up on trembling arms, still coughing, still struggling to breathe properly. Across from me, Rye stared at his hand in shock and pain. The skin where my tear had landed was blackened, blistered, smoking.

That terrifies me more than any blade at my throat. Because she’ll cry. And God, I can’t stand her tears. Her tears undo me in ways knives never could. Every time I see them, I want to slaughter whoever caused them. But this time, it won’t be some nameless bastard or her useless father. It’ll be me. I’ll be the one who broke her. I clench my jaw so hard it aches.

Jaden's POV * I leaned back against the window watching as Ryder wipe another stray tears before sprinting off down the street and probably out of my life as well. Another minute went by with me just standing there before i finally release my subdued sobbing and let the pain of the moment finally hit me, the force of a million dagger stabbing into my heart repeatedly, an intangible pain collapsing me to the pile of my own tears against the floor.

one of the men screamed, holding his blade just inches away from her neck. I just lay there, helpless and horrified. She raised a small surgical scissors, tearing off my dress with it, but once her tears slid down and dropped on my forehead… everything changed.

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.

With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were. "Babe, don’t be so sensitive. It’s not like I hit you or anything, I just told you the truth and if that’s enough to upset you then you’re a fucking snowflake. Come out,” hesitant he muttered out a soft and somewhat hushed, “Please?" Almost like he was questioning the word rather than asking me.

I walk over to the cart and drop the mallet on top before grabbing a knife made of silver. "He is the head warrior." Tooth less moans as his head falls forward again before he quickly jerks it back up. "Does he have more information than your peasant ass does?" I ponder as I stalk towards him. I place the blade on one side of his testicles and flick the knife to cause a small cut into his sack. He doesn't make a sound this time only gasps and begins coughing. The tears have stopped, probably from dehydration, and he chokes on a scream.

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

She couldn’t control what was happening to the bike. It kept going downhill and with it carried poor Eve. Her head started spinning as the bike rolled down on the slippery slope. She let go of its handle and it kept going down and down. While Eve quickly grabbed hold of a nearby stone on the ground halting her descent. Her skin was torn from everywhere, head to toe, she had little scars. She felt like crying but this was no time to cry she had to get up.