Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

I wanted to kill someone so bad. "I heard you're from Luka's pack," She gave me a nod. "Good! I'll make a call to him tomorrow morning and if you want, I'll send you back to him," I took a look at her arm and noticed something. It was twisted, her left arm was twisted. I frowned as I unconsciously reached out to touch her arm but she moved away.

"It didn't feel that way." That made her spine stiffen, made her chest fill with pressure that needed an outlet. She turned to the long, low dresser and swiped her hands across the top, pushing the empty bags of food and water bottles and whatever else had been sitting there to the floor. And then she slapped her hands against the hard surface, crying out as pain burst through her arms. Steve grabbed her, pulled her back against his chest. "Don't," he said. "Let me go." "No." He pulled her tighter against his chest, his hands like manacles on her upper arms. "I won't let you go."

Her mother's arm falls to the ground in front of her. "Ahaaaaaaaah!!!" she screams. Blood splatters with cold liquid jolting from her body. She looks at her arm. Historia didn't notice that her arms were bitten in the process. She saw her arms on the floor. She suddenly screams from the jolt of pain.

Her scream pierced the night as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp, writhing beneath him as tears streamed down her face, the sticky blood oozing onto her skin as she sobbed at the pain that coursed through her. When he finally removed the blade from her arm, he sent a few more punches to her body as she was weak and defenseless against him. Or maybe there were more than one? Rosalie didn't know before the weight was lifted off her and the sound of tires pulling away infiltrated the air.

he grabbed my hair, pulling it back so hard that I could feel some strands rip off. “Please…please let me go,” I tried to free myself but I was no match compared to his build. Tears stung at the back of my eyes and I let them fall freely as he tried to rip off the arm of my dress. God no. I prayed, shutting my eyes as I hoped for it to be over. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!”

By the time it reached her head and buzzed through her brain she was on her feet, something she hadn’t been able to do unassisted for twenty-four hours. “Mathin!” she screeched, as she felt the wave move down her body to the soles of her feet and back up to settle around her forearms. “Get it off!” “Why?” He smiled, watching as she frantically tore off her sling and tried to pull the happy symbiont off her forearms. The symbiont now resembled a pair of silver filigree bracelets covering her forearms from wrists to elbow. “It’ll suck the life out of me!”

And then, his voice, low and shattered with an emotion she couldn't name, "Ivy... your arm." She followed his horrified gaze down to her own arm, now visible where the emerald sleeve had been torn. A long, deep gash, courtesy of a flying shard of crystal, ran from her elbow to her wrist, welling with blood that starkly, horrifyingly, matched the color of her dress.

How could he change suddenly' Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and her chin wobbled in despair. "L…Leave my arm, you're hurting me" she mumbled, trying to free her arm from his bruising grip and controlling the urge to cry. She won't cry in front of him anymore. His hold loosened when she winced twice in her struggle to get her arm free but his hold was still firm on her.

She grabbed my arm tight and I cried out in pains as her nails dug into my skin. She quickly took them off when I cried out in pains and dusted them with a small towel as though touching me was like touching dirt and I felt my heart break. With tears streaming down my face, pain shot through my entire body. I tried to move past her again, but she blocked me. She. Clearly wasn't done.

It was the remains of the blood. "T-thank y-you s-so much." She voiced out, her voice was hoarse and raw. "You are welcome." I replied in a low voice, was horrified looking at her state. My state was not better either not to mention my dangling right arm which is the main foundation of pain. "C-can you please help me to free from these ropes? Its tightly stretched and I can not feel my arms. P-please." She begged me, tears escaping from her eyes.