Tears Burning My Skin Novels & Stories

“Do you still want to go?” Tears flood my vision. But it's not because I'm in pain. The burning desire that ignites in my cunt spreads through my body, seeps out of every slutty pore on my skin… Forms a load of hot creamy wetness that pumps out of my pussy, sticking my soft organ to my pants. And my eyes, they keep tearing up. “I thought as much.” He chuckles and bites! “Oh. Fuck…” I slap my palm to my lips to shut myself up.

I slid down right there, back pressed to the door, and crumbled. Tears came before I could stop them. Hot. Messy. My chest heaved as sobs ripped through me, one after the other, uncontrollable. My hands came up to cover my face but it didn’t help. My nose was running. My cheeks were on fire. I was trembling. I felt sick. Not just from crying—but like I was actually burning up. My skin was too hot, like something was wrong inside me and my body couldn’t take it. Then—

They stayed locked on me. Watching. Capturing everything. Another lash. And another. Each one is worse than the last. The sharp metal tips caught, dragged, tore. Ripped. Opened. The cold air pouring in from the open glass door hit exposed skin, turning the pain into something unbearable—a freezing burn that stole the air from my lungs. I tried not to scream. I tried to hold it in.

I walked to the closet, trashing the whole place looking for something, but I couldn't find anything. I let out a scream out of frustration. Going back into the room, I lay on the floor and began crying all over again as my body turns into a bowl of fire. The tears began turning hot as they ran down my face. I walked back to the fan, but the breeze felt like a wind from a volcano. I tried to stop the tears from running down my face, but the waterfall wasn’t stopping. I tried wiping the tears off my face, but the pain only seemed to escalate when my hands came in contact with my face.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

My eyes shot open as a scream tore out from the back of my throat, and to my utmost horror, the men soon began to laugh- okay, one of them wasn’t. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I stared at my wrist, shocked to see that now it was nothing but sizzling flesh. It was red and sore and had something akin to steam oozing out of its open cut as blood seeped out. And do you know what’s worse? The fact that even now, it still burns.

Vanessa's POV His arms instinctively wrapped around me, holding me up. His voice held a sense of urgency as he tilted my face up and looked over my burning skin. “What the hell is happening to you?” I had no idea either. My entire skin was burning like someone was boiling water in my veins, making it bubble till scalding hot steam accumulated under my skin. My eyes were watering, making my vision so blurry that I had to repeatedly wipe my eyes. My knees felt weak.

The fire roars to life, leaping out of the hearth in an explosive burst. The fire surges forward, engulfing my hands, but I do not flinch. The searing heat licks at my skin. Yet, my face remains stoic, locked onto the inferno before me. I allow the flames to caress my skin for the heat is a mere whisper against my form. A single tear, born from the depths of anguish, forms at the corner of my eye. Slowly, the tear traces a path down my chiselled cheek and I wipe it before it falls down. “Ozar,” Kaine says behind me.

“Please! Somebody help me!” Every breath burns. I cough until my chest feels like it is tearing apart, tears pouring from my eyes as scorching heat bites into my exposed skin. I kick wildly against the floor, forcing the chair to rock again and again. With one final desperate shove, it loses its balance and crashes onto its side.

Her chest rises and fell before her eyes slowly closes. I suddenly feel like my fingers are burning and my head felt like it was breaking in half. I scream in pain as my tears blur my vision before I felt a burning sensation inside my eyeballs. My tears continue to fall when I look down I saw a small pool of water underneath my feet as clear as the blue skies. There I saw my once blue eyes slowly turning yellow before the burning sensation on my finger came back as a tattoo began to encircle it. My energy felt like it was draining before I stumbled down and fell face-first into the small pool of water beneath me.