Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

Fuck, I love this part. I tilt my head, watching him writhe. "Shut the fuck up, would you?" I say, wiping the blade on my jeans. "It doesn't even hurt that bad." He keeps wailing. I roll my eyes. I peel off my leather jacket, folding it across the chair as if I'm settling in for coffee. With a single swipe, I drag the blade along my forearm. Blood slips down my skin in warm, lazy rivulets. "Do you see me crying about it?" I ask, holding my arm out for him to see.

But she's right, I think he's not Blade. "I don't know, I really don't know but let's not think about it now, how dare him to go back just treat me this way" I exclaimed, I was trying so hard a while ago for my tears not to fall because of him again but now that it's still me and Via, the tears that I've been holding on started streaming down my face, it precedes dripping and I can't control it, I can never control it from falling.

“I have enough accumulated sand. Stand aside.” Keiynan stepped back behind and Chen placed his left palm on the bottom as it is facing upwards and his right palm is facing down on his left palm while there is an inch of space in between, and at the same time the presence of sand in the air in front of his hands, it formed a thin blade of a sword and with no hesitation, he slices ​​the bars and it caused a loud explosion on the wall in front of their prison. As expected, the two guards immediately rush to the dungeon from outside, but Keiynan also immediately attacked them using the same technique that Chen did, but he uses a different element – water.

retorted Axel. Blair paused but didn't turn around. "Let me check your wound and treat it." "No need!" Blair refused. "It's only a minor injury. I can handle it myself." Blair walked straight with tears in her eyes without Axel noticing. The girl went into the room and locked herself inside. With a confused feeling and tears dripping for some reason, Blair began to untangle the handkerchief that had covered her wound. Blair's palm, previously torn from squeezing broken glass, now looks almost healed and only leaves small scratches.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”

The next day, my parents stared in confusion at the fresh wound on my wing and scolded me. “You’re starting the tests today! How could you be so careless and get hurt again?” Morpheus frowned, his eyes fixed on the wound. “Don’t worry. The doctor has plenty of potions. He’ll get you fixed right up.” I knew I wouldn’t make it through. I was meant to die of life energy draining anyway. When all that’s left is a cold corpse, how would they react?

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

The hateful image from my memories warped as I tried to reconcile it with the woman now weeping over me, like her heart was breaking. Vivian had always been a brilliant actress. She'd killed me. And yet there she was, slumped against Jayden, crying over my corpse without a trace of guilt. "Who could be this cruel, Jay? Who'd kill Kat so brutally?" "Who knows? She played too many dirty games, making too many enemies." Jayden stood in a black suit, his face grim. "Enough, Vivi. You're running on no sleep. Get some rest. I've got this."

Some even pricked onto my face and left shallow cuts. Shards are in my hair, trapped in my loose waves. Some are spread on the floor all around me. Having a bottle break on you hurts. In comparison to the fake ones that are shown on TV, this one's in reality. A reality where glass shards wedge onto my flesh, cuts and makes them bleed. They also leave scars. My eyes water. Tears make me feel weak. Tears show him that I'm hurt and scared. But no, I don't want to show him that. I refuse to let him win. I'll never allow it.

I wiped my tears dry as if they had dripped down to my cheeks. "Raven, what happened to you was against your will. You don't even know it happened, right? You just woke up inside that car naked, but the point here is that Zeb has been doing it intentionally! Can you get it? The difference between what happened to you and what he is doing right now That's absurd!" Maxine exclaimed.. I just took a deep breath. I keep blinking my eyes so my tears won't fall.