Torn Tv Drama Novels & Stories

"How could you kill your best friend?" Hannah doesn't reply. Tears are swelling in her more than blurred eyes, and I sigh deeply at the messed-up situation. It's the first time I'm not enjoying the show. Usually, I take great pride when I've managed something through compulsion, but now all I feel is shame and disappointment with myself. "I-I don't understand..." Hannah falls to her knees, looking entirely ruined with her glazed eyes. "Why did I kill her?" It seems even Hannah broke free from my compulsion. I find it intriguing how she didn't pull through earlier; perhaps part of her wanted her friend to die?

She raised her head up from her laptop, arching her brows in confusion. “What?” “You heard me right,” my grip on the envelope tightened, and my voice deepened with resistance. “I’m not agreeing to this divorce.” She chuckled nervously, and I heard her teeth gritting in annoyance as she tilted her head forward. “Sage, you need to sign this.” I raised the envelope to her face, making sure she had her focus fully on me, watching my subsequent actions. With her eyes fixed intently on me, I tore the envelope— not open to read the papers, but to shred it into tiny pieces.

I looked completely unhinged. Thorne glanced at me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. I buried my face in my hands, shame washing over me. I was only trying to see if I could be able to roar again but ended up looking like someone who belonged in a padded room. I had no idea there were cameras. If I had, I wouldn’t have acted like that. “This is why you made her cry?” Thorne asked coldly, as though he hadn’t just watched the footage. “We were just looking out for her,” the doctor said quietly.

But no one knows what to do with me. I’m torn. One moment, I’m thinking about Damian, about the sorrow of his rejection and the relationship we shared. The next, I’m thinking about Xander, the mysterious, deadly man who stepped in when no one else would. “Why is this happening to me?” I grumble under my breath, pacing back and forth outside my cabin. My hands are shaking, my mind racing with questions I don’t have answers to. I’ve always been the weakest one, the one everyone neglected. And now, I’m in the thick of this disaster, caught between two powerful men who may destroy each other if this goes any further.

Oh dear, don't cry now, I beg you, hush, my darling," Mrs Rita comforted her daughter. Ever since what happened that day, things have changed. Valeria discovered Ergon had been working tooth and nail to take Noah's company away, and even went as far as hacking into the company's system to mess up things. What got her annoyed was the fact that Ergon said he was doing all that for her. How could he plan to seize ownership of his brother's business and say it was because of her? As much as she wanted to have a peace of mind, she also wanted to stay away from the lives of the brothers. She was torn between two brothers and it was insane if she continued to linger around them. To make it worse, t

" I used my palm to brush and dab off the tears that remained on my face. "She is in her room" After the whole incident of my rejection, coupled up with the suicide of my fatter, She was very broken. She rarely spoke these days and only did in very pertinent situations. It broke my heart more and more seeing her in that state of despair and hopelessness, knowing fully well that I was the cause of the whole heartbreak.

“You were always just a tool for me. I needed you to secure my power, to protect my pack. I need your soul” Hazel’s heart shattered as the words sank in. The man she had trusted, the man she thought loved her, had been using her all along. “Why… why would you do this?” Hazel gasped, her chest tightening with pain. Damien didn’t answer. Instead, he turned away from her, his back to her as if she was nothing. “This is over,” he said coldly. “We’re done.” Hazel felt a wave of despair wash over her. “No… please, Damien, don’t leave me like this…”

She held up a screen. Footage flickered to life—taken from a drone. My battle. Me burning Dexter. Screaming. Channeling flame. Then—Luis floating. And then—Dexter vanishing with him. The screen cut to black. I didn’t speak. My voice had fled. Then came the twist I didn’t expect. The screen flickered again. Tristan’s face appeared. His voice, low. Hollow. "Reya… if you see this… I’m coming." I staggered back.

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de