Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

"Show me. Do what you want; my body is yours, but for the love of God, make me scream!" "Oh, don't you worry, I'll make you scream." I place a hand on her cheek and slowly guide it down to her chest. "The heart has one rule. If it beats ten times after it's ripped from your chest, you win. If it doesn't, who cares? You're dead anyway." I thrust my hand into her body and rip Zara's heart out. Her body falls to the floor. I guess I was wrong about the screaming. I stare at the organ in my hand and chuckle. "Weird, I thought it would be pitch black."

My sister cried out in terror, “Jacob and then, he did it again. His hand plunged into her chest “No!!” I lunged forward, but it was too late; he ripped her heart out just like the other girl. Her body fell, and my world was shattered. Everything inside me broke, and then I saw red. I didn’t think or breathe; I just ran straight for him, and the rogues moved instantly, blocking me and protecting him.

I asked. With that, I shook off his grip and walked away. It felt as if my heart was being pierced by a jagged knife. The more I tried to pull away, the more it hurt. Finally, the knife was driven deeper, and my heart was torn wide open. I slammed the door behind me and walked out of that house.

My heart dropped. “It’s my stitches,” he said, his jaw tight. “They ripped.”

The person was killed by ripping out their heart. We had to go back home with heavy hearts, and now it looks like it’s about to be the same. It looks like I’ve messed everything up. I don't think I could have reacted any differently even if situations were reversed, but I’m not proud of it. I know it hurt her, and I hate myself for it.

LISA My heart crumbled in its cage, I felt painful whiplashes that almost felt like physical pain as my heart which had already ripped a couple of times, ripped again causing me to hold a hand to my chest for support as I realized just how much I’d hurt Axel. It was like a farmer’s rusted sickle’s hook had been lodged in my heart and gotten stuck halfway, my entire body felt like it couldn't my weight for much longer. I knew I’d hurt Axel, that's what I thought and it’d made life miserable for me, but here I am finding out that I actually crushed him.

I said, and I stormed out. Heavy rain poured on me as I ran back to my house. Tears were streaming down my face as I just wanted to bury myself in bed and not see the day of light ever again. He broke me into millions of pieces. I rushed into the house, my back against the door and I just sobbed the most gutwrenching sob I ever cried, screaming because he ripped out my heart and kept all the pieces. I sunk down on the floor and I pulled my knees up against my breasts, wrapping my arms around my legs, I tried to control my sobs, but they were too much to handle.

It scratched raw across my voice cords. But the moment the sound escaped my lips, a sharp, cutting ache broke in my chest. It was right where the mate bond used to be. I doubled over. I gasped for air, grasping my chest. It didn't feel like a broken heart. It seemed like a removal. It felt like someone had reached within my ribcage with a rusted knife and sliced an essential artery. It was a chilly, hollow aching. No amount of drink could numb it. No amount of yelling could drown it out.