Ripped Out Heart Novels & Stories

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

“They won’t employ me, I’ve been to dozen of hospitals but no luck “ I tell her, my eyes were burning with tears that were threatening to fall out. “It’s okay to cry, Charlotte, let it all out” She reached out her hand to pat my back. Like waterworks, I let the tears all fall out, I wasn’t holding back on the tears. Zoe was there by my side, consoling me and wiping my tears as they fell. “You’ll be alright. Jake Reid’s gat nothing on you. He isn’t as high as mount Everest and even it’s got nothing on you. You can overcome this. You’ve come this far, Charlotte, you’re not giving up now.”

"Rory, I'm sorry. I should have come sooner. I'll take you to the hospital now." Aurora clung to him, trembling. "Xavier, they told me the orphanage director passed away. That's not true, right?" Her body was cold, and her clothes were covered in dirt and stains. A pained look flickered in Xavier's eyes, but he didn't answer, only nodded once in confirmation. "How did this happen?" Aurora choked on a sob as fat tears slid down her cheeks. The pain and emotional damage took a toll on her, and she passed out. Xavier had the best doctor tend to her and guarded her faithfully.

Before the hunter had the chance to get in a hit, I tapped into Axel and allowed my right hand to do a partial shift. Using the claws that came from my elongated animalistic fingers, shoved my hand into his chest until I felt the beat of his heart within my hand. With one quick tug, I ripped his heart directly out of his chest and let it fall to the ground. Before he fell to the ground, another hunter was getting involved.

I yanked it free with a wet rip. He collapsed without a word, eyes wide. I dropped the heart on the floor and sat back down, blood dripping from my hand. The door burst open minutes later. Astrid screamed. Soldiers flooded in, weapons up. They grabbed me. I didn't fight. The air cracked. The world tore. Loop rebooted. I downed the champagne again. Marched to his room. Waited. Door opened. Lunged. Ripped out his heart. Soldiers came. Arrested me.

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.

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…

As soon as I felt minion number 1 in my radius again, I let the cold fire squeeze around my heart. Before anyone could register it I leapt up and caught the wretched thing by her neck. I ripped into her jugular ignoring and somewhat even reveling in the burning sensation her blood left on my skin and tore her head clean off. More of the foul fishy smell lingering on me. I stuck my hand in her chest and also ripped her heart out for good measure before landing back in the ground. Her head falling and rolling a couple of feet away from us, her body falling limp straight down and her heart still in my hand. I looked at it, the greying fleshy glob with clear fluid and some dark pus around it bea

“She has a surgical wound across her chest, Mr. Sims.” Thinking of me, Terry paused and came over for a look. However, Rachel came in his way. “I cut her. Don’t look, Mr. Sims. She’s nasty.” I looked at Terry hopefully, my mind hazy. Still, he stood there, frozen. I passed out. My soul hovered in the air, and I watched as my heart was ripped out of my chest and placed into a jar. Terry once picked out the little bracket attached to my heart. He was shocked.

He landed a few punches, but none had the desired effect. "Like I said, boy, you're a few decades too soon to be my match in a fight," the man said, wiping the bloodied side of his mouth, and without hesitation, he plunged his hands into Ryan's chest and ripped his heart out. Leaving a gaping hole where there was once a heart.