Tear This Heart Out Book Novels & Stories

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

She kept begging, "Joseph, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Now, it's just the two of us in our family. We only have each other. Please forgive me. I'll obey your every command…" He did not look at her. He only talked to the bodyguards. "Bind her to the bed!" he ordered coldly. He took out a scalpel and slowly unbuttoned Yvette's shirt as she watched in terror. "This heart belongs to Wendy. You don't deserve it, so you should return it to her," he said. "No! Are you out of your mind? I'll die without this heart!" yelled Yvette. Yvette was finally afraid. She had always been adored by her brother.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

Taking the bottle from his hand, Vanessa took a sip. Looking at Megan and Bryan, Justin smiled, "They look happy together, don't they?" "They do," she smiled. "Well, I have never seen Bryan so happy and crazy over a girl in twenty-nine years of our existence." "Megan seems to like him alot too." Turning towards her, Justin asked, "What about you?" "What about me?" She asked. Pausing for a while, he answered, "You seem to have a lot of things hidden in your heart and eyes." When she raised her brows, he added, "Did I not tell you that I can read a beautiful woman's eyes?"

Then, he began pummeling himself on the chest. I'd kept a diary of my thoughts and emotions during the 200 days he had spent with Evie. In short, it was a record of my heartbreak. My entries had started out hopeful. Then, it gradually evolved into longing, disappointment, and ultimately, despair. I had also noted down the date that I was finally going to leave. The very last entry was my final note to him. "I don't love you anymore, Oscar Ramsay. Don't come looking for me. I don't want to see you ever again."

"Zoey, don’t I provide for you? Why would you do something like this and embarrass me?" A wave of bitterness settled in my heart, and my eyes filled with tears. There was not a trace of sympathy from him. He shot me a harsh look and slammed the door as he left. That night, he didn’t come home. I was five months pregnant and alone, as I wept until dawn. From that day on, I never cooked for others again. I choked back a sob and reached out to pull Sapphire into my arms. The windbell above the door suddenly jingled.

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.

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.

Natasha and Mandy comforted cherry. "See you soon love." Damon winked and moved away. "See you never," Natasha murmured. "Does he even have a heart?" Asked Natasha. "Well, one made of stone," replied Cherry. "You okay? " asked Mandy. "Yeah! Maybe" said Cherry, looking at his reflection on a classroom window nearby. He got a blue mark on his face where Damon punched him. "So in this Damon clutter forgot to ask how do you guys know each other," said Mandy.