Tear Me Apart Novels & Stories

Only then do I give in. The release hits like violence. Like revelation. Pleasure tears through me, shattering every defense, every lie I’ve ever told myself. I break. I come apart. My mouth opens in a soundless scream and then there are voices. Mine. His. Overlapping. Clashing. Collapsing.

This chapter of my life was finally going to be over. “This is it Abran. I hope you find the love and life you have been searching for and find never ending joy in your child” I stand and move towards the door and open it. Signalling that the conversation was over. As much as I knew that I needed to do this for myself, I was falling apart inside and I needed him to leave so that I could fall apart completely without falling back into his arms. Abran stands and walks towards me, stopping as he reaches out to place a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I said again, the repetition somehow making it feel more real, more powerful, like saying it twice would make the universe hear me and understand that this outcome was unacceptable and needed to be changed. Then, in one swift move that felt both impulsive and absolutely necessary, I took the divorce certificate that had been hanging limply in my other hand and tore it straight down the middle, the heavy paper resisting for just a moment before giving way with a satisfying ripping sound. I didn't stop with one tear but kept going, ripping the document again and again, each tear creating smaller pieces until the official legal certificate that had declared my marriage over was nothing but seve

I need to stanch the flow before my legs completely refuse to carry me. I reach down, grabbing the hem of my expensive, tailored shirt—the one Theodore bought to make sure I looked like a cherished, perfect daughter. With a harsh, ragged tug, I use my teeth to tear into the fabric, pulling until a long, thick strip rips free. My manicured nails, now split and caked with black mud, dig into my skin as I clumsily reach behind myself. The friction of the dry cloth dragging across the raw, open lacerations makes my vision go completely white.

Roger crouched down, yanked my hair, and shoved my face toward the phone's camera. For one brief moment, my heart lit up with hope. If Tyler recognized me, he'd order my parents to release me. But Tyler only frowned, looking disappointed. "This is her? Don't see what's so special. You're not pulling one over on me, are you?" My heart sank like a stone. He didn't recognize me. In the glow of the phone screen, I caught a glimpse of myself. My cheeks were swollen, my lips bleeding, and my eyes half-shut. No wonder he didn't know me—I barely recognized myself.

My love life might need a little break, but with everything going on it should be able to make me slightly less cold inside. Another day, and my life has just begun to fall apart.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

He didn't even bother letting me know why he left. This is the very last time I'm ever letting a man win over my heart. I've been heartbroken way too much and I'm tired of getting hurt. My eyes are swollen and a puddle of tears are forming. "Why N? Why? Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me. You even promised that you won't ever leave me. You know what N, FUCK YOU!" I slam my hand next to the pillow he slept with and I hear a paper crumble.

Something irreversible. “Start with his hands,” I said coldly. Leandro didn’t hesitate. The crack of bone came sharp and sudden. Antonio’s scream followed. It was raw, tearing through the room as his finger bent the wrong way, skin splitting under pressure. I didn’t look. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t need to.