Tear This Heart Out Book Novels & Stories

Amaia sincerely stated. "You asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Kei explained, while giving the book to Amaia. Amaia gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Girl, Amaia."

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

Slipping off my heels, I start unbuttoning his shirt while he unbuckles his jeans and noticing the blood still staining his chest. I ran a hand over the spot where Xamnir ripped his heart out; there was still a scar, and it would probably stay there for the rest of his life. This scar proves that he almost died, that he was almost ripped away from me forever just when he claimed me as his. I feel tears running down my cheek and lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating fast. “Are you okay? Your heart is beating like crazy,” I say, peering up at him with a frown. He gives me a sheepish smile and wraps his arms around me.

Adam picked back his book and continued to read his book like I did not even exist. I gave him one last look before heading out of the library. I was embarrassed and my throat was clogged with unshed tears. I could feel the sides of my eyes prickling. I swallowed. Immediately I went out of the liberty, I ran for a very long time because I was embarrassed. I was really embarrassed and hurt because Adam had hurt me. He had bashed my heart to pieces. Every part of my heart was broken and shattered in pieces. If this was how heartbreak was, then I needed to avoid every single thing, I ran like I wanted to run away from me memories and the hurt.

Every threat, fear, emotional moment, had tears streaming down my cheeks as I twisted my hand within his chest. I ripped his heart out with one swift pull. Blood squirted from the open hole in his chest and his head fell slowly to the side. Abe’s eyes remained wide open. I threw his heart across the room, stumbling backwards and backing away from his mangled body.

Blood gushing out from that cut, and soon blood started to fall on the ground, but Liam did not feel any pain because his heart pain was too much for him, his heart which bleeds for three years, suddenly felt numb; why? Why? Why? This is why torn his heart was torn apart, he thought he did something good, but in the end, he just ripped his own heart because he was a fool to believe that damn woman. When Rose noticed the blood, she freaked out, “ what the hell? She got up and approached him.

Just‌ opened t⁠he d‍oor and let me walk out. Th‌e drive home was a blur. Rai⁠n started‌ falling ha⁠lfway the‌re, streakin‍g the win⁠dshield‌ like m‌y‌ tears. I kept replaying ev​erything—Stefan’s⁠ rej‍ection, th⁠e⁠ pre‍g​nancy, my stupid hall⁠ucin‍ation. And u⁠nderneath it al​l, the guilt. Con‍r⁠ad had‍ been trying. We’d been trying. Pizza nigh‍ts with David, quiet⁠ talks, even the sex had felt like r​eco‌nnecting. But it w​asn’t enough for m⁠e. I k‌ept sabotaging i‌t.

Lana. My heart froze. I had not yet seen her. I had imagined the scene in my mind a thousand times, but nothing prepared me for reality. Her small body lay crumpled, bruised beyond recognition, her innocence stolen, her life extinguished in a way that was cruelly poetic. A single hand reached upward, the tiny fingers curled as though seeking mine, seeking protection I had failed to provide.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The water is cold against my feet, cooling me down before I can be pushed over the edge. Tears stream down my face. I do not try to stop them, allowing them to fall freely from my eyes. My tears are hot compared to the sea beneath my feet, a stark contrast that keeps me grounded. How could Adrian deny the fact that he was about to cut out my heart if the next batch of blood didn’t work? I gave up my body for Clara, leaving me a shell of the woman who I used to be. How can be dismiss his own sin so quickly and without a second thought?