Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

I left the garden in a daze, my heart pounding violently against my chest like a drum signaling an incoming storm. Tears stung my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them as they streamed down my cheeks. By the time I reached my room, I could barely breathe. I collapsed onto my bed, hugging myself tightly as if that would somehow hold together the pieces of my breaking heart.

My fists coiled tighter, shooting out to clutch at my chest. I think that, but why does my heart feel like its being ripped apart into pieces?

My heart felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. God, please make it stop. Please end this. I can’t take it anymore. I wanted to reach into my chest and rip my heart out. Maybe then it would stop hurting.

Splintered into a thousand razor-sharp pieces that tore through me, shredding everything inside. I screamed. The sound ripped from my throat before I could stop it, raw and animalistic. My hands clutched at my chest, trying to hold myself together as everything inside me came apart. I fell. My knees hit the stone floor hard enough to bruise, but I barely felt it. All I felt was the bond dying, the connection that had defined me for three years being ripped away like skin being flayed from bone. "Please," I gasped. "Please, no—"

"Zane, listen to me… " "No! He's dying and it's all my fault!" The words erupted out of me, loud and messy, completely shattering whatever restraint I had left. My chest heaved as I clutched it tightly with both hands, my fingers bunching up the torn, bloody fabric of my shirt right over my heart. The pain there wasn't metaphorical… I could literally feel it, as if my heart was breaking into billions of tiny, jagged pieces, each one scraping against my ribs every time I drew breath.

Ariana I couldn’t get the dream out of my mind. For some reason, it made me feel uneasy. To make matters worse, it had become an everyday thing. Each time I closed my eyes, I would see a hand stick out of a man’s chest and his heart being ripped out mercilessly leaving a gaping hole. I didn’t know who the man was and I didn’t want to make guesses. Lewis was quiet for a few seconds after I told him about it. He had asked if I could recognize the man but I couldn’t. The image was blurry, only fixated on the action of the heart getting ripped out. It was gruesome.

I lay there alone in a bed that was far too big and lonely. I was already used to having bodies, touching hands, arms wrapped around me, and the sound of breathing. Now there was silence. And a dull ache in my chest. They made me and broke me just as Simon had done. At this point I knew I was only the one week fling but God it hurt Before dawn and before either of them could start their shifts, I packed my shit and checked out of the hotel.

I have never felt this hurt or betrayed before in my life. I've had my experiences with men, but it was nothing like this. And it literally felt like my heart was breaking in half. Or being ripped out of my chest. And no doubt, that's what he could feel right now.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

"Show me. Do what you want; my body is yours, but for the love of God, make me scream!" "Oh, don't you worry, I'll make you scream." I place a hand on her cheek and slowly guide it down to her chest. "The heart has one rule. If it beats ten times after it's ripped from your chest, you win. If it doesn't, who cares? You're dead anyway." I thrust my hand into her body and rip Zara's heart out. Her body falls to the floor. I guess I was wrong about the screaming. I stare at the organ in my hand and chuckle. "Weird, I thought it would be pitch black."