Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

I just had to get away from him—from them. My heart felt like it was tearing apart, each beat agonizing as if it were trying to break free from the cage of my ribs. Each step away from Clinton was like a piece of me shattering to the ground. But I couldn’t stop. Not until I was out of that room, out of that nightmare.

Today, all the love I had for Alec died when he plunged his hand into my chest, intending to rip out my heart. Something trips me, and I fall down. Tears were running down my face as my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I could barely see in front with the amount of tears I was shedding. The reality of what almost happened today crashes into me, and I shatter right there on the forest floor. “Sadie!” Raven screamed my name and rushed towards me. She tries to pull me up, but I remain kneeling on the ground. I didn’t have the energy to move. Everything I’ve been holding back rushes to the surface, tearing me to pieces in the process. I couldn’t hold back my screams, pain, and anguish.

I’m a mess. The suitcase sprawls open on the bed, half-packed, mocking my futile attempts to hold my life together. Each item I throw into it feels like I’m tearing a piece of my heart away, discarding memories, dreams, and hopes. My hands tremble, fingers slipping on zippers and clasps, as I struggle to breathe through my sobs. This again. My heart is getting torn out for the second time in as many months.

He made her bleed. I didn't realize that they had already untied my arms from over the chair until I pressed my palm against my chest. My heart squeezed so tight, I could feel it splintering, disintegrating into dust. I have never felt anything this painful. Never. I have never had my heart broken in this way.

"Don’t…" We didn’t have the time… We had to end this now... She looked at me as I felt the darkness swirling around the heart in my hand. I looked up at her. I knew what I had to do. "I love you… Amore…" I closed my eyes, ripping the heart I held in my grasp to shreds. "Baby no!" Kiara's shriek of despair filled the air. I wasn’t able to stop the howl of pain that escaped me as I felt my own heart being ripped to pieces.

The ache in her lungs became a scream that had nowhere to go. A serrated limb bit into her shoulder and sawed—there’s no pretty verb; that’s what it did—through muscle neat as factory work. Heat poured into the cold. Her fingers clawed at smooth skin that wasn’t skin and found purchase on a ridged edge. She ripped at it with her nails and peeled something thin and wet away; the thing’s head jerked as you might at an insect. Another limb wrapped her throat. Stars jumped in her eyes.

A sound of something being ripped impatiently. My heart stopped, and I lay perfectly still, barely breathing and straining to hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. The sound came again, with fabric ripping, the sound of my wedding gown being shredded roughly by strong hands…!

"And right before graduation, you had her final project deleted. Sharon Cartier missed out on an award because of it, and Leah got dragged into an empty classroom and had her hand broken." "Counting this time, that makes ninety-three. Just six more, and it'll be enough to put together a confession book for Vivi. She'll be moved to tears when she sees how dedicated you are!" A wave of nausea slammed into me. The love I thought was heaven-sent turned out to be nothing but cold, calculated revenge. I tried to leave, but my body—still weak from surgery—gave out, and I crashed to the floor. Pain ripped through me as the incision tore open, blood soaking my gown.

My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.

To show her that she belonged to me. But what if that's what she wanted to tell me? What if she was trying to let me know that she was dying? My legs felt weak. I fell back, holding on to the cold hospital wall for support. Then, I punched it. "What have you done, Blake Rhodes?" My own voice had returned to haunt me in my head, echoing with regret. I had locked her out, leaving her outside, assuming she was just being stubborn. I had dismissed her suffering, assuming she was being hysterical.