Tear You Apart She Wants Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t have to do that. It’d be better if we just… kept this thing private for now.” The words hit harder than I expected. Hard enough that the glass in my hand cracked without warning. A sharp snap filled the room. Shards cut into my palm and a thin line of blood trickled out. Ava gasped. “Oh my God—” She rushed toward me, reaching out, but I pulled my hand away from her touch. Instead, I grabbed her with my other hand and tugged her down onto my lap. She landed awkwardly, wide-eyed, her hands against my chest to steady herself.

She reminded me of a reality I was struggling to keep away by promising myself I would tear them apart and hurt them like they did to me. But would I be able to? “Help me, Camilla.” I squeezed her hand, my gaze rested on her heavily, a silent plea of support. “I don’t want them together. I want to tear them apart and leave them down in the dumps.” “Sure, my girl.” A sly grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “Tell me, how do you want it?”

I asked, reaching for her hand as I settled on the bed. She wiggles out of my hand. “Please, I want to be alone,” her voice barely audible. I struggled to pull her to me, causing her to come crashing to my chest as she broke into a few sets of tears fisting on my shirt. I encircled my arms around her, running my hands around her hair, letting her drench me with her tears. Whoever did this to her would pay. *Princess, talk to me.. who did this to you?* I demand running thin of patience as her tears die down.

The h*ck, why is she crying? I caress her hair to calm her down. "It's okay. Stop crying," I shushed. While I was busy comforting Erica, I saw Tiger shotting us heart-shaped eyes and a teasing smile. I frowned at him to cut his nonsense but he didn't stop. This man. I was surprised when Erica separated from my body and looked up to me with tears on her eyes. "I saw him," her voice cracked. "Who?" I asked curiously. Is that the reason why she's crying? "The man who shot Madeline."

"I never wanted them. I never wanted anything but you." "Then prove it." "Tell me how." "Tear them up," I said. "Right now."

“I don’t love you…” He cocked his head slightly, but his expression didn’t change. I pulled away from his grasp, getting his hands off me. “This is over.” I didn’t want his hands on me ever again. I never wanted the touch of my enemy, of this man who brainwashed me into thinking this relationship was okay. I’d fallen so far, but I wasn’t going to fall anymore. This was a dealbreaker because it was so fucked up. I stepped farther away, putting more space in between us. He dropped his hands, his blue eyes flashing with hostility. “We’re done.” I wiped away the tear that streaked down my cheek. “Get out of my apartment.”

I spoke, my voice emotionless, "You held her with those hands, right?" I shot both his right and left arms before removing my knife from my boots. It was a bigger, sharper and larger knife- one of my favorites. I walked towards Paul and cut his hands off, one by one; blood splashing on me and across the room while he screamed in pain, begged to be spared and cried. My mother did all those things too. Logan, Lewis and David's death were much more easier and quick because they only stood there without doing anything but Paul? He was one of the men who was holding my mother still while Vladimir was raping her. "You stood with those legs didn't you?" I asked before moving to his legs. After cut

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

she responds, her voice shaky. "Then, tell me. What are those tears for?" I ask and she rips her hand out of my hold. "The tears are for you, idiot! I want to hate you so badly right now but I just can't! You were ready to die! You were going to leave me alone! Do you know how much pain I felt when I watched you tremble in pain?! I can't go through that again. I can't loose you! I just can't! So, excuse me if I decide to do something stupid just to keep you alive"

She is just a pawn in my game. She left frustrated, looking a last time at me. I looked at her picture for the last time, dragging my thumb along her beautiful face and tore it apart, " You won't be able to save yourself from me! If you are not mine, you will not be anyone's "