Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

I felt bitter about it. Shortly afterward, Celine broke her embrace. She raised her head and looked at me with her usual warm smile. The smile that always intoxicated me. "Are you okay now?" I asked as I reached out to gently rub her cheek. "Um," she replied, nodding her head. My gaze locked on her, who was still smiling. "I hope you weren't hurt by Alpha Archer's words before, Celine." "Haha... what are you worried about, Zelos? I'm fine! And I'm not hurt by it, ok?" Of course, I knew that her laughter and smile were her way of healing the wounds in her heart.

Then I hold the yellow blouse up next to the screen, comparing every inch. The neckline — with its delicate string tie. The long sleeves. The soft cotton fabric. Identical. My chest tightens. This is the same shirt. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, then slip a razor blade from the inside pocket of my coat. In one quick motion, I press it gently against the back of the blouse, slicing through the fabric. A clean cut — then, with my fingers, I tug the tear wider, making it look rough and accidental, like the cloth got caught on something.

My arm itch to be cut every now and then. I place my hand on the table and press the blade of the razor above the relatively new blood red cuts, practically with no hesitation. I watch as blood ooze out of the cut. I again press the blade down to make one more cut and this time the blade cut a little deeper than intended that I yelp before clenching my teeth together tightly and squeezing my eyes shut it pain. Tears slither down my cheeks and falls onto the my bloody arm, the saltine of my tears getting into my new cut, making a tingling sensation there.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

Clang— The gleaming white blade clattered to the ground, accompanied by a splash of crimson. Leif’s hand, sliced open by the blade, was now fully exposed before Raina. The blade had been razor-sharp, and he had grabbed it barehanded. Keegan had struck with full force, showing no mercy. As a result, the gash across Leif’s palm was deep—flesh torn and bleeding profusely. Once the blade was removed, blood poured freely from the wound.

*********** VISHA’S POV Tears were still fresh on my eyelashes. I studied my face reflected in the glass mirror. The bruised halo of mascara stains around my eyes did not bother me. I had created something. Something I had bled and cried over and it was gone. GONE. All because one man had stabbed me in the back. I picked up my phone. My fingers were shaking but it was not out of fear. Out of anger. I took short, sharp breaths between scrolling Mrs. Rose’s name.

"Three fūcking years!! All my hard work washed down the drain because of YOU!!!" I shake my head at her in denial as tears stream down my cheeks. She produces out of her sleeve, a spiky razor and grabs ahold of my feet, dragging me down towards the edge of the bed. "Today I'll show you how I feel my insides being torn to shreds, except I'd be tearing your skin instead...I'll make you pay for what you did!!" My sobs wrack through me as she whips up my skirt and lowers the razor to my exposed skin. Before I know it, my screams of agony are muffled by the duct tape as the blade pierces through.

It was like Ryder could hurt her at that moment. After a few seconds, a tear from her cheek splattered on the wooden floor. And Ryder suddenly went back to the caring Ryder. The purple air around him also dissipated. "Raeya, I... I didn't..." "Yes, you did." Raeya furiously tried to wipe her tears away, as if to keep them from falling. She hated it when her anger just turned to tears. She wanted to say a lot---to pour out her own anger too but it's really frustrating when the words just melt into tears.

Aria said sincerely. I can do this. I'm a fighter. I didn't give up or show fear or pain when Alpha Maximus used his favorite homemade whip on me. It had razor blades stitched into it, spaced evenly apart. They weren't your normal razor blades, these ones had little hooks at each end so when he pulled back on the whip it would rip my skin apart. He used it everywhere on my body, not just on my back. I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt two large hands gently wipe my tears away.

I knelt down and picked up the largest shard. I looked at my reflection in it. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Blood already drying on my skin. Good. But not enough. I dragged the glass across my arm. The cut opened instantly. Blood flowed down, warm and bright. I did it again. And again. Across my thigh. My shoulder. Just deep enough to bleed badly. Not deep enough to kill me. I pressed the shard just above my heart and pushed until I gasped. Tears filled my eyes from the pain. Real tears this time.