Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

The figure takes a few steps from the shadows of the surrounding trees with its arms up in the arm signaling surrender. “Not Abran, sorry to disappoint” As soon as I lay eyes on him the tears that have been welling in my eyes begin to fall and I fall to my knees and sob. “Hey, hey. Amelia what's wrong? Talk to me” He wraps his arms around me protectively as he pulls me into his lap. He gently runs his hands down the side of my face, using his thumbs to wipe the tears falling down my cheeks. “He has a son” I feel his body stiffen but he doesn’t say a word.

“Strip her! Naked! Let every single soul here see the whore that truly lies beneath those disgusting rags!” Hands immediately seized me. Rough, cruel fingers dug painfully into my arms and legs. My already torn shirt was yanked wider, the remaining fabric ripping further under the pressure. I screamed and thrashed violently, kicking mud and clawing desperately at their wrists. “No! Stop it! Please! Please don’t do this!”

had been shredded to bits so much so that she couldn't count them. “Ha” “Ha ha!” “Ha ha ha!” Then the door was pushed open, and Arman pointed a gun at her “What in the—” Arman looked like he had seen a ghost. Sharon's hair was undone thanks to her twisting and turning and gravity made it hang in awkward places She had cried the mascara off her eyes and the black inkish looking substance had run from her eyes down to her cheeks. Her corset was missing a few ropes. Like she had attempted to pull of the entire dress and gave up.

A strangled sob tears from her throat, jolting me out of the haze and it takes me a moment to realize that my arm are wrapped tight around her, almost squeezing life out of her. With one last agonized look at her, I thrust her into Dorian's arms and run.

Burns from silver on her arms. Flesh torn from her legs by fangs. Every wound screamed of the torture she endured. She was a warrior. She must have fought like hell. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." I couldn't hold it back anymore. I broke. I gently lifted her from the body bag, cradling her in my arms. "Does it hurt, baby?" My tears fell into her hair. "It must have hurt so much. I didn't protect you... I didn't..."

But before my mind could catch up, my instinct kicked in and my hands moved. My fingers gripped the neckline of her pale gray gown, the fabric soft but fragile under my strength. With a single, sharp tug, I tore it in two, the ripping sound echoing through the quiet room. Luisa gasped, her hands flying up to cover herself, her eyes wide with shock. She stumbled away barefoot on the rug, but my grip held firm, my arms caging her against me. Relentless, it clawed in pain within me, and I felt I had to act or move or just bury it in those arms.

The next, she reached for the door, and before I could anything, she yanked it open z dragging me out by the hair. Her fingers curled around itlike claws, eyes blazing with a deranged fire. I felt pain shoot through my scalp as she pulled me out. “You ruined everything!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Thorne was mine!” I pushed her back instinctively, my palms slapping her hands off.. “You’ve lost your mind—” Her nails slashed across my arm, stinging like fire. “Don’t you dare act innocent!” I felt my back hit the car. “What the hell are you talking about?!” I shot back, but inside my chest, my heart was racing.

Completely unraveling in my arms. And I.. I didn't know how to hold her together. "Baby... what happened?" I rasped, panic shredding through me. My fingers threaded through her wet hair, cupping her head, tilting her face upward. She shook her head violently, burying herself deeper into me. Her body trembled so hard it felt like she might shatter into pieces if I let go. "Please," she whispered, her voice so small I almost didn't hear it. "Just... take me inside."

“You think this doesn’t tear me apart?” “You don’t get to feel torn apart, Orion,” she hissed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Not when you weren’t the one bleeding. Not when you weren’t the one risking your life for Holly and I. I hate you so much, Orion Miller,” she whispered. She turned away, brushing past me like I was nothing. My hand shot out instinctively, grabbing her arm. She froze, her body stiffening, and when she turned back to me, her eyes were blazing.

She pushed away from his embrace, breaking free from his arms, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and anger, her movements wild and uncontrolled. She stumbled to her feet and staggered towards the bed, her eyes fixed on some unseen horror. With a scream, she ripped the sheets off the bed, sending them fluttering to the floor.