Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

He sneered, "Scott Sterling, you think you can fool me by pulling a disappearing act? Even if you're dead, it's nothing but your own damn fault!" The shattered glass scratched across the photo, as if wiping out our youth along with it. I stared at the ruined picture, feeling nothing but endless desolation. I thought in dismay, "I'm not pretending to be missing, Hadrian. I really am dead. Do you hate me so much that you wish me dead? Well, you got your wish."

Underneath the dark handkerchief, my heart didn't just break—it completely shattered. Every syllable that left Stefan’s mouth felt like a physical blow, a sharp dagger piercing straight into the deepest part of my soul. It was a pain far worse than any physical wound I had ever survived in my life. A cold sweat broke out across my palms as his voice filled the arena.

I could feel it, like a star imploding in my heart. My chest tightened so violently I couldn’t breathe. My lungs forgot how to work. My throat burned with the effort of holding back a scream that never came. My hands were fists but numb. My vision blurred but I refused to let the tears fall, because if they did, I’d never stop. My heart… my heart was shattering into something unrecognizable. A million pieces. No, more. Tiny fragments of something that used to be alive inside me.

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

Murmurs filled the room as I walked toward the exit, everyone’s eyes following me. I hurried outside, grabbed the key to my car from the driver, and climbed inside. As soon as I was alone, I broke down, tears pouring down my face. My chest hurt, and I felt utterly lost. It was as if I was on the brink of losing my mind, a pain that was more intense than anything I had ever felt before. I tried to calm my racing heart, taking deep breaths to steady myself, but the hurt was too much, and I couldn’t deny it.

Ammoy did the worst f**king thing to me. She ripped out my heart and stepped on it, splattering it out against the muddy ground with her feet. I know she is petrified, I know leaving me, running away from me had not been an easy decision. She had made up her mind that she had to go, that this was the only way to save me. Or us by extension.

She continued cutting through my chest bone and by that time I was screaming. I felt hands on me as Slade prepared himself to pull my ribs apart. My voice sounded hoarse, even to me, as I kept screaming in pain as he pulled my chest open to reveal my heart. I could feel it beating steadily and I felt like I was losing my mind to the pain.

Emphasized and full of seriousness, I said and turned my back on him. He grabbed my hand to stop me but I slapped him hard. "I told you not to touch me because you are disgusting but your face is too thick to do it anyway. If you think I will cry in front of you then you are wrong. I will never waste my tears to someone who is not worth it! That slap is nothing less than the pain you caused me!" I promised and left forever.

My heart feels like it’s been ripped out and stomped on. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Some of the darkest feelings I've ever expressed. Like the one they were expressing shock at. It was me. I had painted a picture of me with blood on my hands and the splatters of my shirt and huge hole in the centre of my chest where it should be but with my own heart in my hand. I did this to myself. I went in and I ripped my heart out.