Tears To Shreds Novels & Stories

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

"I will not carry dead weight. Especially not in the person who is supposed to be my right hand." My eyes started burning. I blinked rapidly‚ trying to hold it together‚ but the tears were already forming and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Then the next two words he said shattered me completely. "You're fired."

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

Now that someone was going to the Fire Dragon territory in her stead, relieved smiles broke out on all their faces. I trudged back to my chamber, my heart full of nothing but sadness. On the desk, I saw the family portrait of the four of us. I was the only one scrunched up at the back, face blurred. The other three were wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing—smiles so bright they stabbed. I tore the photo to pieces and tossed it into the trash. I shredded the iceroot Morpheus had sent me and threw that in the bin too.

With tears in her eyes, she listened. To every moan. Every cry. Every thrust. And her heart shattered piece by piece...

Kick after kick, the all too familiar metallic taste hit my taste buds until the crimson liquid was being coughed up. He crouched down to my now floor-level height before gripping onto my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He gripped onto my shirt before ripping it down the middle and chucking the now teared fabric to the other side of my room. My bare bra was in front of him and my eyes widened in fear once he began caressing the strap of the undergarment. I felt his lips press up against my chest, leaving a forced trail of kisses along my skin, probably leaving hickeys as well.

Silent sobs wracked her body as the floodgates of her tears burst open. The tears streamed down Ava's cheeks, releasing the pent-up frustration, hurt, and confusion that had been building within her. Each sob echoed in the empty room, a poignant reminder of the shattered bond between the sisters. It felt as if a part of her had been torn away, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

- he added warningly, and only after these words something like a shadow of anger mixed with pain literally flashed across his face within a few seconds. - By doing all of this you're hurting me the most, oppa. You can't make someone immortal, you just want to kill me!- Ye Eun had no idea how she managed to gather enough courage to say these words. However, immediately after that her body began to shake even more, and heart almost ripped out of her chest, it was beating so fast.