Split Fiction Woke Novels & Stories

" With every word I uttered, his face paled. He seized me by the shoulders and shook me in shocked disbelief. "You're only saying something so cruel because you're still mad at me, right, Shana? "It's all because of Elise—that bitch! She dosed me with an aphrodisiac and took pornographic videos of me. I was afraid that you'd be mad at me if you knew, so I pretended to love her. "I kept everything from you because I was afraid that you wouldn't want me, Shana," he pleaded. "You'll understand that, won't you?"

She shrieked in panic, "My nose! It's crooked!" Glancing down, Richard realized her nose was augmented with implants. Her entire face was a fabrication. And for this web of lies, he'd repeatedly betrayed Kimberly. His heart twisted sharply, sending him staggering back into the coffee table. Regaining his footing, he snatched a file from behind and hurled it at her face.

A memory of that day flashed forward in my mind, it was so intense I felt my knees buckle and I vaguely could feel them crack as they hit the tiled floor. My father had stopped cutting the second he heard Ace come home from practice, “Next time, you’ll have to learn to be more quiet- or else I might have to bring Ace down here and practice on him instead.” Bile rose in my throat, quiet, I could do that. “Wait here for an hour or so, then figure out a way to untie yourself.” His receding footsteps were all I heard, I was too weak with the loss of blood to open my eyes. I’ll just rest here until I can open them… and then I faded into nothing “What the fuck was that Aurora?” I came too as Benne

"Maisie, that move was brutal. Watching them turn on each other is much more exciting than any blockbuster film!" I smiled and took another sip of coffee. "This is just the start."

"To keep him from hooking me up with any more hot guys, I had no choice but to fake having a boyfriend! That whole performance was for his benefit. How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly take over? "Seriously, can't you two work out a shift schedule? You catch me off guard every single time. You're gonna give me a split personality at this rate!" A long silence stretched between us before Hayden softly muttered, "I'm sorry." That took the wind right out of my sails. "It's not like I'm actually blaming you." "When that personality takes over, it's completely out of my control. He sure as hell doesn't listen to me. All I know is that he's… a piece of work."

“You’re really a twin?” Ria immediately shook her head again. “That person…” She exhaled heavily, the words refusing to come easily. “That person…” “…is my Split.” “She’s a part of me…” “…that became dangerous.” “And she might return to do something far worse.” Klein suddenly burst into cold laughter. “Your Split?” “The same girl who supposedly had no wolf…” “And then suddenly awakened unimaginable power?” “And now you’re telling me…” “…you have another self?” “A part of you?”

I could feel his arousal pressed again me as he ripped at the remaining buttons of his trousers. Its me or him! Michael ran his sickening hands along my thighs and I knew there was only one way to make him stop. I gripped the stick tighter feeling it cut into palm and with all the strength I had left plunged it right into his exposed neck. Hot thick blood splattered all over me, on my face, my chest, on my dress and my hands. Michael titled his head in my direction his surprise and shock filled his handsome features right before he went limp and his warm body fell on top if me. Blood pooling in the hollow spaces of my neck and collar bones, running down my dress.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.