Torn Novels & Stories

Chelsea grinned . " So a tortorantula, huh?" finally stopped sniggering , Ron asked Chelsea as he nursed the bump . He looked just as bad , his entire right eye was swollen and the left one had turned black . There were scratches, not small scratches but huge the size of a borewell pipe . " Yeah , what about you ?" asked Chelsea " A four arm ape , you know Tetrabrachipe , Now I wished I didn't move on the second stage " winced Ron as he applied a yellow sticky paste that smelled strongly of grape wine on his black eye .

The moment the door closed, my chest felt like it was going to explode and how I’m gasping for air because of the tears that wouldn’t stop dripping. Please Daevon… Please get back here. Please honey don't leave me. I suddenly stopped for a moment when I noticed Ivann having a hard time while sitting. His body was so messed up to point that it looked like he was turned into a punching bag while on the other hand, Daevon looked completely unscratched; he didn’t fight back at all. I searched for my clothes and when I saw it, I looked at Ivann again. He was closing his eyes; attempting to bare the pain radiating from his stomach and so I quickly dressed up and run towards him.

“It started to bleed again and I got worried, I didn’t speak with Aiden he would still be asleep but I will tell him in the morning I promise” I frowned at him then looked back to Kiara, “So what’s the diagnosis doc?” I let a small chuckle escape my lips before snapping them shut again. She had a look of concern across her face. “Ok, what’s wrong?” “I think they put in stiches of some sort when you were in hospital previously, but it appears as though you have torn them open again somehow. We will need to take you back down to our hospital and redo it. That is not something you want me to do without some sort of atheistic”

What kind of odds was at play here? "So so so," Amelia tapped me as she jumped excitedly on my bed, "Distract yourself with other thoughts please, you can think of Axel." She told me with my lips stretching into a smile but my lips refused to stretch into a smile of my own, I just plastered a faux smile on my face. Never in my life would I have thought that I'd end up getting rejected but come tomorrow or the next time I set my eyes on stormy Grey eyes, I was going to get rejected.

to see for myself. So I would. I moved. One moment I was in front of him, the other I was behind him. I didn't give myself the chance to pause at the fact that I streaked. I reached for the neckline of his tunic, pulled two sides the opposite direction and shredded the fabric in two. My breath got caught in my throat and I almost choked on it. My hands trembled as I touched the shredded skin. I could've sworn he shuddered under my touch. My cheek felt wet suddenly and I realized I must have started crying when I saw the angry scars on his back. Old and new. "Why won't they heal?" I whispered. "Iron." "Iron?" I choked out. Like a spell was suddenly broken, he streaked far away from my reach.

Liora studied James's toe, puzzled. “Mr. Thompson, wasn’t it your birthday today? How did this happen?” James looked embarrassed. “I accidentally hit the table leg.” He couldn’t admit he hurt his foot while kicking Andrew. Liora gently squeezed his toe, assessing the injury. James winced from the pain. After a brief examination, Liora concluded, “Mr. Thompson, your toe isn’t broken, just dislocated.” “Oh, that’s a relief,” James sighed. Liora nodded, then glanced to the side and suddenly said, “Hey, Mr. Thompson, look over there. What’s that?”

Each movement, no matter how slight, ignited a fresh surge of tomernt, leaving me trembling in anguish. I gingerly touched the wounds, wincing as a searing pain shot through my fingertips. The torn flesh was tender to the touch, and even the genlest brush against the wounds sent waves of fiery torment coursing through me. Blood smeared across my fingertips, a stark reminder of the price I had paid for my defiance.

Shawn lets out a low chuckle, coughing as the noise slips from his lips, and I realize what a stupid question that was. A tear-filled smile pulls on my lips, “Okay, I get that was stupid. How badly are you hurt?” “Doesn’t matter,” Shawn starts, but I cut him off, “Shawn.” Another pained chuckle falls from his lips, “Still bossy as ever. The impact was on my bad shoulder, and I think it’s torn again. My head is fucking killing me, and my hip feels dislocated. Whoever dragged me in here wasn’t kind either.”

I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He takes another step, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm so sorry, Roz. For everything. For hurting you," he chokes out. Tears stream down my face as he speaks, each word a balm to my wounded soul. "I was blinded by my feelings for Krisdna. I didn't see the harm," he admits. His voice breaks, shattering the remnants of my anger. "But seeing you hurt... it killed me," he confesses. Lucien's face contorts in anguish, his features twisted in a mask of pain.

Hazel snapped, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Lucien simply sighed and strolled over to a table, pouring himself a drink. “You hungry?” he asked as if she hadn’t just tried to attack him. “Are you kidding me right now?” Hazel growled. Lucien swirled the deep red liquid in his glass. “Care for red velvet wine? Tastes nice. Sharp.” “Look at me, you fucker!” Hazel shouted. The glass in his hand shattered instantly. Lucien raised an eyebrow, watching as the shards fell, then glanced at his hand. Within seconds, his skin knitted back together, healing as if nothing had happened.