Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

Not so the thief entered them. "Who's that?" She said loudly. "Who's that? Is anyone there?" She asked. But no one answered. She slowly opened the door but she was shocked and shouted to see the severed head on the floor. " She immediately ran in fear and when she woke up, she threw away the broken arm she was holding.. "my God! How did her vision become an arm with the stick.. is her vision blurred. She even stood up in shock when someone fell from the tall cow shed. My God. this is what happens at home.

Maybe it was her way of expressing her difficulties. Her eyes were half-closed, with her face buried in my arms. I was tapping her back as her hands were trembling to look for the jacket she tore. But, to the surprise of many including me, the jacket disappeared. It turned into water.

To hated his guts were beyond recognition. “P-please let me go.” Blurry eyes, she recoiled. “Shhh, I can’t do that, ángel.” Thump. A cold metal touches her skin, something sharp, and evidently curving as the culprit trace it across to where the cloth failed to cover – from her arms to her chest then it disappear. “W-what are you doing?” Her lips quiver.

She spoke in a broken voice but they did the opposite. Within seconds she was lying on the ground with her body pressed under weight and shawl no where to be found. She struggled but it just aggravated the attacker's anger.. Her top got torn into pieces with his rough hands pulling on it.. As cold winds touched her did she realise what was going to happen. And the first word that left her helpless lips were 'Andro...' As another arm of her top got torn her mind prayed only one thing 'Please save me Andro....please...' But it didn't stopped

Blood was flowing rapidly from the knife wound and from the claw marks, she had made on her neck. The room of the door opened and someone stepped in, but she didn't turned around to see who it was. She didn't care about anything anymore. Why was everyone so adamant to take everything and everyone away from her? Feeling her breath getting stuck in her throat and her head feeling like it was going to explode, she harshly grabbed her hairs and started pulling at them to lessen the flesh tearing pain in her heart. Someone grabbed her arms and detached her hands from her hairs, holding her down. She was thrashing like a fish out of water, who was desperate to live, but it was dying at the same ti

Then she ripped his head away, and I felt the muscle and skin give way in her shoulder as Siril came away with a mouthful of her shoulder. How she then maneuvered around his huge body, even while knotted together in her human form, which we didn’t do, she rolled onto her back, and used her legs and arms to literally rip him from her body and throw him across the clearing. The amount of pain I felt at our knot being ripped out of her was excruciating. I can’t even imagine how much it hurt for her to basically rip herself apart to pull him from her body.

She did not utter a single word as she put her arms around his neck and dragged him to her, causing her already damaged palm to crack open in the process. She wailed into his neck, her entire body trembling with joy as she expressed her delight that he was still alive. He said, "Of course I am," despite the fact that he was unsure of what was taking place. He used a light-pulling motion to finally convince her to let go of him, but not before her hand left a bloody mark on his back. "What on earth took place?" Aric questioned while pointing to the chaos that she'd caused inside her enclosure. She inhaled deeply as she carefully touched his cheek with her sticky palm and whispered, "You were

One of them moved closer to her and jerked her closer to him making her cry out. Because of her being too loud he slapped her hard and she fell down on the ground. Her lips busted and started bleeding and she cried more and more. One of them again lifted her up from the ground and teared her another sleeve revealing her smooth skin more to their hungry eyes. He was just about to tear her front too but suddenly his arm was cut off from his shoulder making her gasped out and back away to the tree behind her.

As if releasing her from my arms wouldn’t be the same as admitting the universe had taken something it had no right to touch. I gathered her closer into my arms without a sound, the tears I was fighting back finally slipping through my pressed lids. Someone said my name again but I didn’t respond. If I opened my mouth now, it wouldn't be me speaking. I sat on the broken stone, holding her, my forehead pressed to her hair, arms locked around her as if letting go would undo what little order the world had left. The pack gathered quietly. No one spoke again and no one dared try to take her from me. Even the wind seemed to hold back.