Tear Me Apart Novels & Stories

Tear him in half. With tears in my eyes and a strong resolve in my heart that was created due to the throbbing pain within, I held both his shoulders as he yelled for me to let go of him. I then tore him apart— slowly. I glared at him until he was two people— split from head to toe. Although his head didn’t divide as it just went with one half of his divided body. When it was done, I dropped the gory mess that was formerly Kunuki to the ground.

She begged I know how hurt she is right now, I know the feeling of being left behind, I know it hurts so bad that you ever wanted to end your own life " Larissa? Take this in mind, everyone deserves happiness including you, you deserve to be happy, cry it all out now, cry all those pains today but make sure that tomorrow you will stand tall and high, yes, he left you but that doesn't mean that you will be left alone right? You still have your friends, families to help you stand again, and there, we have God to pray and ask for strength, remember that you will be hurt today but you will go through this tomorrow, it will take a month a year to move on but it's fine, as long as you know yoursel

But I knew I hadn’t stopped wanting. And that alone was enough to tear me apart.

Scratched at the bed. I tried jerking off. Nothing. I was broken. I swear I was broken. "Is this going I'm going to die?" I cried out, fisting my cock and stroking my length furiously. Tears streamed down my face as I curled into myself, dripping cum, shaking like a fucked-out mess still craving more. “Where are you,” I whispered. “Why did you leave me…” When the door opened again, I didn’t even look up. “Jayce.” Renato called out, his voice seemed so far away.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

The engagement ring. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I stepped closer. Why would she take them off? I was expecting her to argue. Didn't they mean anything to her? To us?. I clenched my fist so tightly my knuckles turned white. My jaw locked. Heat surged through me. She shouldn't have done that. My breath was ragged as my gaze shifted to the coffee table, where a set of papers sat nearly, divorce papers. I grabbed them. My eyes scanning the words furiously. Dissolution of Marriage. I tore them apart , Every Single page. I wasn't going to let her do this. I wasn't going the let her walk away lie I meant nothing. Like some trash.

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—"

And then came the sound Rip. A tear so sharp, so final, it cut through the air louder than my gasp. Louder than the frantic thudding of my own heart. The lace was gone, shredded between his fists. And with it, the lie I’d been clinging to that I could keep us wrapped in almosts and nevers. That sound split me open. Half of me wanted to cry, to shove him away, to mourn the fragile barrier that had been torn apart. But the other half, oh God, the other half wanted to burn alive in the fire he lit in me.

The realization that her own cousins are siding with her perceived enemy intensifies her emotions. With a surge of exasperation, Alexa snatches the book away, her nails digging into the pages. Without hesitation, she begins tearing the book apart, starting from the middle and ripping it completely. The sound of the paper tearing echoes through the silence of the classroom, intensifying the emotional impact of the moment. Rose stands there, staring in disbelief at the torn remnants of her notebook. It's as if her world has shattered along with the torn pages. A single tear escapes her eyes, silently tracing its path down her cheek. Overwhelmed by the loss and the cruelty inflicted upon her, R

Can’t he see how much this is hurting me too? “Tell me! Tell me why you are tearing this apart.” I demanded, my voice breaking. That registered with her and she looked at me through her tears. “Because 20 years ago my husband Bill and I had an argument!” She yelled at me. But her voice grew calmer as she spoke. “We had a real blow out over something stupid. I don’t even remember now. He was angry and left me at the park. I stormed away to blow off some steam too. But it really got in my head and I… I ended up passed out.” She was starting to shake and was crying. I released her and tried to pull her to me but she jerked away, her face down.