Yuri Cutting Herself Novels & Stories

This would not have been the type of life my mother would have desired for her daughter. I averted my head to the peeps standing there, still conversing, and making sure no one was watching me, I grabbed the scissors. "I'm sorry, Mia, Maya." I raised my fist midair, clinging tightly to the scissors in my hand. It felt horrible. I was scared. Suddenly, two seconds before the tip of the scissors came plunging into my stomach, one of the men sprung up from where he was and placed his hand between my abdomen and the scissors attempting to stop me from stabbing myself.

She says, going to the corner opposite the bed and fumbling with something … the recorder, I suppose. Why she would want to record herself cutting up a fellow human being who has done her no wrong is beyond me. Soon, she comes back and picks up the chainsaw again. “Please … please, I beg you, don’t do this,” I say, but of course, my pleas fall on deaf ears. I watch in horror as she brings the saw close to my right knee and the tool connects with my flesh, breaking the skin there and parting the flesh as though my body is made of butter.

Graduation season arrived, and my boyfriend's childhood friend, an influencer, posted a video titled "The Four of Us Through the Years." It went viral overnight. Viewers envied the friendship the four of them had maintained for ten years, and many began shipping her with my boyfriend as childhood sweethearts. What no one knew was that I had filmed every piece of footage and written every word. The video was twenty minutes long, yet my name never appeared, and neither did my face. When I asked my boyfriend why, he replied flatly, "You didn't come along until college. You weren't part of those years." Later, I found a folder on his childhood friend's computer. Every clip that included me had b

On the night of the full moon, my mate Aiken brought home an Omega. He said the she-wolf had saved his life on the battlefield and that he would take care of her for the rest of her life. She took over my room and put on my mother's velvet cloak. In front of everyone, the two of them held up the bear claws that symbolized a mating and received the pack's blessing. And I got left behind, over and over. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and went to Aiken's house, I found him kissing her neck. The Alpha who was supposed to be mine was using his own scent to ease another she-wolf's heat. Because she said his scent was the only one she liked. "Mira, don't worry. The only Luna the Silvermoon

She gently took the blade from my hands, my eyes didn’t blink and I stared at Nyra with disbelief as the medical team attended to her. Why would Nyra do something as far as cutting herself with a sliver blade? She took me by surprise. I couldn't defend myself when Professor Sara questioned me, and I watched her cry about something she did to herself. I thought we were cool to some extent, and she never protested against being my partner for the presentation, but she went ahead to do something like this. Confusion clouded my mind. “Come Sol..” Mira pulled me by my hand gently, but my eyes were fixed on Nyra as my legs moved but slowly. We got to the rest room, and I finally said something thr

"You're a rapist, not a strategist. Leave that work for businessmen. Tell me to whom you've given the videos and photos." Placing the cutter on his arm, I cut it down, let the blood seep out of it and smiled at the torment covering his face. It was nothing of what you had with her. My hands didn't stop and let the blood pool down on the floor, let the cuts arose in his skin and make him see what cutting means like. She cut herself day and night to forget the pain he left.

she purrs at him with her fingers dancing just above the waistband of his slacks. “Why want his pants off so badly?” JT questions. “He’s cutting again,” she states and JT glares at me with his arms crossed over his chest. “I thought you were past that?” JT queries. “He’s an addict. He needs that endorphin release,” she explains. I want to argue, but there is no point. She is correct. With no longer having Razor to cut me, I found another outlet. JT’s hand wraps around my throat. “You’re a fucking idiot for hurting yourself. Next time, use ice instead of a blade.”

Kale says and Rielle shrugged, She looked at Adam who nodded She smirked at Kale and tore her wrist upwards with the knife, A loud piercing scream could be heard as she did more damage to her skin. She started to scream and shout loudly "Please stop Kale!” She yelled as she cut deep into the wound she inflicted on herself "I beg of you, Please stop Kale!” She yelled and tore her skin further.

Every time I fell, I would get back up again. Yvonne pointed at me and laughed. "I knew she was good at acting. Look, she's perfectly fine now." Only I knew what happened in the dead of the night. I would cry alone in my bed. I wanted to cut my wrist, but I told myself not to be so stupid and childish. So, I did not use a knife. I used a compass. I cut myself lightly multiple times. It didn't hurt. Sometimes, the wound would bleed, and I would feel relaxed.

He continued screaming, hurting himself because of the pain he is feeling. "Omg, stop him! Black! Mijo! You useless shits!" Era shouted and that's when their senses went back to reality. Black and Mijo hold Flute's arms as the latter tried to resist from them. "Shia, what should I do? Omg, omg, what to do?" she asked herself, walking back and forth and massaging her forehead. "Stupid, use your ability," Yuri said calmly.