Torn Novels & Stories

Three years after Madeline Brooks, my wife, cheats on me and promises never to betray me again, I finally cheat on her too. When she rushes home, she finds me lying on our bed, my body covered in hickeys. "Madeline, no wonder you cheated so many times. I get it now. It really does feel damn good," I say mockingly. The shock on her face is unmistakable. Her eyes quickly turn red as she grabs me by the throat. "Sebastian Donovan, do you hate me that much? I swear I'll always stay loyal to you. I haven't seen him in the past three years. What more do you want from me?" She isn't wrong. For the past three years, she's done everything she can to make me feel secure. Whenever she comes home

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.

Said on of the thugs and scratched my arm with his claws. "Let go of the bag now" Said the fellow who lured me to the trap. I held onto my bag tightly as it had my clothes and the little money I was able to gather so I could get some food. As much as I wanted to morph and defend myself, I couldn’t because Julia refused communicating to me after my rejection. She was too broken because she was so attached to Armando. So literally I was more like a human now. " Please let go of me, please I beg of you" I cried but then paid a deaf ear to me. Fighting them would be a waste of time as they were all hefty and looked vicious.

It was a savage wound, a gash that seemed far too brutal for the grace of a human hand. The torn flesh was surrounded by a furious red, angry and inflamed, different from the normal hue of the skin. The edges of the wound were jagged and uneven, like a rough tear through fabric. It was as though something powerful had torn into the flesh, leaving a scar that was anything but neat. Traces of dried blood still clung to the edges, evidence of the violence that had occurred. It wasn't just a superficial cut; it had dug deep, exposing layers of muscle beneath. The mark seemed to throb with an unsettling intensity, causing so much pai

The only thing I can think of that has him pissed is Tristen. ‘Definitely Tristen’ Aiyana agreed. As my tears began to dry up, I pulled myself from the floor. Every bone in my body was on fire. The good thing is I can already feel myself healing. But if My arm heals before being set, the doc will have to re-break it so it can heal properly. I made my way back to the pack house. Taking my time cause each step feels like a truck bulldozing into me. ‘Honestly J, I don’t know how much longer I can let him treat you like this’.

I channeled all my anger to give me the strength I needed to break whatever it was that they injected me with that made me unable to move. I kept imagining the sound of my son’s cries to make me not lose the fire in my heart to fight back. And after 30 times trying, I flicker of hope showed some light as my right toe finally moved. I continued to do what I was doing until my feet started to move and made a vow that I promised to keep. Just wait for me Stefan Valentine, I will make you and your people pay for everything you have done to me!

The City – Nightfall The remnants of the inferno were still visible as smoke drifted lazily from the charred ruins of Rafael’s training compound. The building had been destroyed in a ruthless strike—a powerful message from an enemy who had no hesitation in making her presence known. Sophia stood on the edge of the debris, her gaze unwavering as she surveyed the destruction. The scent of burnt wood and metal filled the air, but it wasn’t the smoke that weighed heavily on her heart—it was the note left behind by Isadora Virelli.

Not checking me out in the ogling kind of way, he was staring at all my scars. I have claw marks, bite marks and most recently added the torture marks from the silver dust coated weapons of choice from the last pack that held me captive and the coated barbed wire they tied me down with. Usually I covered my body enough to hide them all but right now I was in hardly any clothing, barring it all. He took a couple steps closer putting him close enough to be able to reach out and touch. Which is exactly what he tried to do before I slapped his hand away, “Nuh uh uh, touch me and I’ll bite your hand off.” He looks at me then raises his eye brows and smiles, “Think you can fit it all in?” He taunt

⫘☠︎︎⫘ Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ My left eye was gone to darkness, swollen shut so bad I couldn’t even force it open. Every breath burned like glass tearing through my ribs. My jaw felt split in two, bone grinding against bone every time I clenched my teeth to stop myself from groaning. I knew it was fractured, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"