Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

Like being dead would be the only way to end the pain and suffering that I was experiencing right now. A tear slid down my cheek. Every day, it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest, and somebody was beating it, like it was exploding. I took a deep breath in, as I shifted the boxes to the side, checking that the amount of product was right in each box.

he answers. "Rip my heart out, Hiro." His voice was cold when he said it with finality, every word was sharp and piercing, and his eyes were challenging him to do it. Hiro looked around to find that nobody was batting an eye. As if it wasn't a rare occurrence for the psychopath in front of him to just ask anyone to rip his fucking heart out. And he had never killed a man nor a supernatural. Ripping one's heart out equates to death. No being had managed to live from it. At least none that he knows of.

"I, Bridget William, reject you as my mate because you're always worthless to my heart" The room spun, and I felt my heart ripping apart. The finality of Bridget's words echoed in my ears, like a mournful dirge. And then she turned and left the stage, walking away from me, leaving me exposed and broken in front of everyone. Humiliation and devastation mingled, forming a storm that raged within me. I clutched my chest as if to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together, feeling a raw emptiness that seemed impossible to bear.

He might still look αt me like he didn’t know who to believe. And I couldn’t tαke thαt. My heαrt hαd αlreαdy been torn αpαrt so mαny times thαt it didn’t even look like α heαrt αnymore. It wαs just pieces now. I wαs truly‚ deeply tired of loving αnyone.

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

Maybe I didn't have it around my neck right? I thought to myself then looked at my hand. I reached up with my other hand and ripped the IV out. He doesn't get it! He doesn't know what it feels like to go through this. He doesn't know what it feels like to love someone so much and not be loved back. But instead, to have them rip your heart out and step on it. To toss you aside like garbage.

It seems my chest has been torn open and there's this great chasm that needs to be filled. I shake my head and grip my hair in my two hands, despair filling me with anguish. My soul which had been full to the brim a year ago, screams with emptiness. I feel like a walking dead because I'm so full of extricating longing for the one person that almost ruined my life, that I wish I could rip out my heart from my chest just to ease the sensation.

Scarlett ‎ ‎It feels like something ripped out of my chest, like my heart or soul is tearing, and I just stand there, tears raining down my cheeks with violent urgency. I knew this was going to happen as soon as he declared that Rosalia was his mate. I'm caught up in the fear of every outcast. Being let down by the man you've loved all your life. The man you believed accepted and loved you, and would protect you. The most painful part of everything, my unborn is tangled up in it too.

The easter washes slowly across my skin seeping from my hair down to my toe, I feel my muscles become immediately relaxed. I scrub carefully at my body. "Fuck" I whine as I feel my arms graze across the spits where the broken bottles had pierced me. Bending over I pick out each and every piece, each time a new pain as I pull them out I feel the soreness on my skin but slightly I brush across it.I had not felt the pain when it pierced it but pulling it out now makes me understand the reality of things. Oliver had pierced my heart when he said goodbye for quite a major reason. I've been trying to pull out the broken pieces of my heart.

She stuck out her right hand, and despite my blurry vision, I saw her blood-dripping hand clutching a human heart. My own heart clenched in pain and sadness, and Rip writhed in emotional pain, howling, whimpering, and panting, lamenting his loss. I closed my eyes and felt every bone breaking and shifting, every muscle being stretched and twisted, and every nerve pricking and numbing before the cold breath of the wind caused goosebumps to spread across my bare skin. I lifted myself on my hands slightly and realized that I was human again—a naked and scarred man.