Yuri Cutting Herself Novels & Stories

*warning* trigger self harm If unfair was the word used to describe Korina's life, it'd be an understatement for she knew life was more than unfair to her. As she laid in the bath tub with cuts deep enough to hurt but not enough to kill, she looked at the razor in her hand and at the water turning slightly red crimson, tears flowing down her cheeks. She hadn't done this in a long time but she knew she had to, it gave her a sense of relief, relief from the pain she felt.

“Beuty, don’t be afraid.” They laughed like shit and screamed at Yuriel. Their hands are so naughty to touch her body everywhere. “Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” Yuriel cried out and threw away their hands which touched her body everywhere. Yuriel felt desperate when one of the men tore her clothes. Pressing her teeth, she grabbed the nearest object and hit the man in the head with a bottle of booze. “Argh!” The man screamed in agony while holding his bloody head. Everyone was shocked to see what had happened.

Where was a witness when you needed one? As if that wasn’t enough, she cut herself with a silver knife, smirking before going back into her act of screaming, wailing and sobbing. Once again I was pushed aside since I was standing by the door and I too nearly fell. Only this time, Cecil wasn’t the one who did it. Adrian glared at me and rushed alongside his brothers to help Laura up. “She pushed me, and she cut me with this silver knife she came with. She tried to kill me.” I tried to do what now?

She wasn't a virgin, but he had never desired her the way he clearly desired Alexia in that picture. Suddenly, she went into a frenzy, knocking over everything on her vanity. She smashed the mirror, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor. She picked up a piece and began cutting into her skin. She wanted to feel alive, and these cuts gave her a strange, pleasurable pain that made her feel better. She had discovered some time ago that cutting herself was a way to release her frustration, so she often had marks on her arms. Without realizing it, she cut a vein in her wrist, causing her to bleed out quickly. Emma heard the noise and rushed to Mary's room. When she tried to enter, sh

She found a razor in the bathroom and took it apart until it was just the blade. ~you should have died…I would rather your twin have survived…I Jackson reject you….You are good for nothing….You got your baby killed on purpose….You probably just let that hunter take you…he should have killed you…..~ She heard her parents voices in her mind a long with Jackson’s cold voice. She let more tears fall from her eyes as she opened the closet and walked in. She sat in the furthest corner of the dark closet that she had shut and locked. With all the thoughts in her head and tears coming from her eyes she took the blade and quickly cut it across both her wrists so the blood would leave her faster. She

“Since you don’t know what’s best for yourself, I wouldn’t mind killing you right here! “Oh, no! I changed my mind! I’ll cut off every single one of your limbs instead! “And then, I’ll make you watch as I toy with your woman every single day! “Hahaha!” Yuri held his long sword. Immense murderous intent seeped out instantly. All of a sudden, the air got a little colder. Yuri stomped on the floor furiously. Crack! The extravagant-looking marble on the ground cracked into pieces, and a surge of air blasted forward. He then pounced right at Harvey at lightning speed.

I tried breathing to calm myself but it was too much. I started scratching my skin, furiously. Pulling at the scars that reminded me of all the suffering, the pain, the loss. Engrossed I felt my mind drift into a place full of darkness. Feeling numb I look at the mirror and break it. Hand full of scratches and blood. Grabbing shards I cut myself, pulling the bandages off. Unconsciously, I cut my entire body, the wrist of my hands, and my back. Deep wounds started oozing blood. The marble floor cover in red. I looked better, felt better.

On the day of the avalanche, my own brother cut the safety rope around my waist to save his fake sister who had stolen my place in the family. As the snow piled high above me and my body heat began to fade, I cried out to Shawn Lingard, reaching out my stiff, frozen hands. "Shawn! Don't leave me behind, or my adoptive father's men will come for you and blow this whole mountain up!" It had been a year since I was found and brought back to the prestigious Lingard family. I had always played the part of a timid, submissive girl, never talking about my adoptive parents abroad. Therefore, the Lingard family didn't know that the couple who adopted me were the leaders of an international merc

Bandages still wrapped around my body as my blue eyes looked at the mark I was ready to cut out. The girl at the lake held happiness I didn't even notice; this one held anger and rage. I lifted my arm. Liya purred in my chest as I brought the scalpel to my skin and dug the blade in. As soon as the blade fell into my skin, I could feel the jolt of icy pain in my body. My heart raced as I continued to pull the blade down. My breathing turned to pants, and my skin turned sweaty as I continued to yank the blade down. I accidentally cut some areas that didn't have the mark. Liya cheered as we finished cutting the mark. The area was filled with dark red blood that flowed down the skin and soaked i

Warning: This includes self-harm. Read at your own risk. Nalya The ache in my chest grew, and my wolf was silent. I couldn't feel her anymore after she said she needed some time to accept the rejection like he wanted. I cried when I remembered my mate rejected me. I tried to sleep off the pain in my heart, but it was still there. I got a razor blade and cut my inner thighs. It was a habit of mine growing up. Self-injury helped me cope with emotional pain and sadness. It brought me a sense of calm and relief. I made the same pattern I always did, going deeper and deeper into my skin this time. I sighed in relief as I continued my action. I closed my eyes, feeling better now. I threw the razor