Torn Romane & Geschichten

“I didn’t mean to… I’ll just wait in the foyer, I won’t bother you—” “You’re already bothering me.” The words were a growl. He reached down, and with one brutal motion, hooked his fingers into the neckline of the t-shirt and tore it clean down the middle. The fabric gave way with a sharp ripping sound. The girl gasped, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. “Please, don’t!”

Let go. I forced my clenched fists open. The light didn't vanish. It softened, spreading outward in a slow, warm wave instead of the violent pulses from before, washing over the room like something exhaling after being held too long. It washed over Torin's arm. He gasped. "Torin?" He pulled back, staring down at his forearm where his sleeve had torn in the chaos where an old, jagged scar from his border patrol years had marked his skin for as long as I'd known him.

Nick didn’t say anything and bent down to fix his shoes. By the time Dawn got to where he was standing, she lashed out at him. “Why didn’t you tell me just now and acted as though, only the gods knows…” Dawn started to say but was interrupted by his next choice of words, leaving her completely stunned for the umpteenth time that day. “Four fingers,” he started and Dawn blinked at him in confusion. “When you hold, turn your wrist outward and release.”

There were drum rolls from the crowd and cheers – which certainly weren’t for me. It all happened in slow motion. As soon as the flag went down, I stepped on the brake. I suddenly lost all my sense of reasoning. Especially seeing that Turner was an inch in front of me. It was crazy. I was crazy. I bumped, I almost crashed the car, hell I almost drove out of the road and into the bushes. Yet, I was trailing him. The frustration was second to none, that at the last second, just before the finish line, I used my car to run into Turner, pushing him when further. What a dumb decision it was. Now I was more than an inch behind. But it just so happened, Turner lost control of his car and did exactl

She had a zeal for self-defense that Tia admired. When Tia arrived promptly at 2 pm, both Gaby and Zoe were ready to learn. Neither of them shied away from combat either. Zoe broke Gaby's left hand, but she kept fighting. Zoe tore a tendon in her knee that required her to stay off of it for twenty-four hours. Tia did not realize the extent of the injury until Gaby had to take a moment to rebreak the bone so it would heal properly. Despite the injuries, both wolves were progressing beyond what Tia had imagined. Gaby especially was a natural.

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.

The latter refused to listen, tearing of his shirt from his body, allowing the collar James held unto rendered useless in preventing from reaching Abel. "You just don't come into the Ragon's family house, and treat a family member wrong!" Troy yelled, throwing a punch at Abel. The latter stood still, staring angrily at Ray, paying no attention to Troy's attack. Troy's fist landed on Abel's jaw, the next thing happening was Troy's fists cracking. His joints dislocated all the way to his wrist. His finger bones shattered on impact with Abel's skin.. "Fuck!" Troy moaned out in pain, withdrawing his broken palm. He held it with his other palm, as it dangled numb and lifeless. Troy didn't underst

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Not on this day, any day. The vibrant flowers she was holding in her hands were a stark contrast to the scarlet river of guilt that was on her face. With a raspy murmur, "I... I must have forgotten my other wallet," she explained. Her mouth felt metallic from the untruth she could taste on her tongue. A glimmer of doubt crossed Christian's eyes like a shadow moving across the light, weakening his grin. Maybe you just misjudged the price, Hazel? Are you sure? Hazel wanted the earth to burst apart and engulf her. She was aware that the truth would be much worse than uncertainty. Her funds had already been strained by Benjamin's incessant demands and lack of interest in her objectives, but they

I spinned around immediately, screaming and punching the man in front of me in the process. “Shit!” The man groaned in pain, his hands on his lips. He wore nothing but black pants, and he had hard abs too. It was the lonely customer. “I'm so sorry.” I apologized, going towards him as I tried to check out his bleeding lips. The cut on his lip displayed his dark red blood. Most of the blood I've seen were disgusting to me but his was different, it looked sexy, with the way it stripped down to his bottom pinkish lips.