Ansem Heartless Novels & Stories

Before the table was seated Lord Sells and his four sons. "You care well for your slaves too." Anas the last son of Lord Sells spoke in a gentle voice. He was a very shy lad and at twenty-two, he really doesn't care about the world nor what he wanted to do with his life either. Still taking his time and enjoying his father's wealth. A boy who hates violence and anything that has to do with pushes and shoves. Innocent and beautiful little Anas is what they all call him.

“So at the end of the day, I’m still the bad girl and you’re the fucking savior sent by the Moon Goddess, am I right?” Klea’s eyes shone with all the evil in the world. Sasha was just glad she uncovered her true colors earlier than ever. “I’m glad you know how our game works, bestfriend.” *** Ansel is in his war tent again. Though this time, he already dispelled the gloom in his face. “You’re happy yet you’re in here?” Ansel turned to Giro, the Beta flashing his own happy face to his bestfriend. “Can’t I just be here?”

“Depends on the dream, I guess. Some I think are important while others are fleeting things that pop up in our mind. Nonsensical things but make for interesting thoughts.” He processed her words and exhaled. “Goodnight Maggie.” “Goodnight, sir,” she said and closed the door behind her. Ansel opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a notepad. Reading the repeated word, he couldn’t understand why he felt so strongly about the name. “Jemma,” he whispered, and his tears blurred the ink on the paper when the intense feeling hit him again. The little voice was still as clear in his ears as when he’d dreamed of the little girl with piercing blue eyes that seemed to control his every move only

Asher darted toward us, his own eyes flashing with panic. “Brother! What is going on?!” he shouted, raising his arm just in time to deflect a chunk of stone that shattered against his forearm, sending shards across the council chamber. Ansel didn’t answer. His face twisted with something close to madness—and power. Terrible, raw power that didn’t belong to him. “You all deserve this…for thinking you could fool me,” Ansel snarled, his voice now echoing with something far too ancient and dark. He raised his hands, and the very air split open.

Lia said in the cruelest tone and gulp the wine quickly. Anger was biting her body, and she was feeling uncomfortable. How hatred could make someone feel better? It can only claw your inside and kill you from inside. Only love could heal a person’s body and soul. “What is the update? Did you get any news from that assassin? He should be after her already.” Lara asked. “He would call me anytime. I have ordered him to finish this task before she could reach her office.” Lia said, and they laugh out. They both will be happy after Gloria died.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

The other one asked and Lungi laughed, "no.. why would she? She thinks she's better than everyone here since she knows Tawny on a personal level.. yet she knows nothing and..." "If she knows nothing why the fuck is she always at the tip on your tongue?" I cut her off, "huh Lungi? Is your life boring so much that you'd stop even doing your work here to check what I'm doing, where I'm going and who I'm talking to??? Do you wanna get fired, coz I heard that's what happens to people who lack in their job.. which is the best way to describe you... leave my name the fuck alone. You don't know me at all.. and my name is Amora Black.. not Paris' sister.. got that?" They were stunned. I took my cup a

I sniffle, clinging to Samael’s body, “yes, I do. I can’t let her continue doing this to other girls like me, like Inez. She doesn’t deserve to live. I think in all of my rage, and plans for revenge, I forgot that I bonded with Petra like I never did with Gregory. I’m a little blindsided by the effect hurting her has had on me… maybe I should just get it over with.” Danika’s silence is all the agreement I need, so I gently remove myself from Samael, and rise to my feet, taking Petra’s head in my hands again. I caress her cheeks, and brush her pretty auburn hair from her face, “I’m sorry,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her cheek. I do it quickly, extending my claws and plunging them into her c

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

She gave it to me when I turned eighteen as her gift. It has four butterflies, and each of them has a small diamond. It also has two letters, A and G, that stand for Alessana Guevarra, my mom. We have the same initials. That's why she said that A G could be my initials, too, because the bracelet was mine already. I thought about where else I had gone earlier because I was still wearing that before the event started. Not far away, I saw the familiar guy he was talking to the front desk staff of the hotel. I thought of asking him because he might have seen it and picked it up when I left.