Bestie Hearts Novels & Stories

This is you thinking of me, wanting me, needing me. BESTIE: And I'm here with you. I'm right here. ME: What are you doing? BESTIE: Lying in bed. Thinking of you. BESTIE: My hand is on my chest right now. Feeling my heart beat. It beats for you. BESTIE: And lower… my hand is lower now. I moaned softly, alone in my room, grateful my door was locked. ME: Are you hard? BESTIE: So hard, baby. So hard for you.

Then, without pausing, he pulled the knife from her body, turned it on himself, and plunged it into his own heart. "Sarah… Now, we'll never be apart." He collapsed beside her, the two of them locked together as blood pooled beneath them, spreading into a bright, winding river across the ground. Screams finally broke through the air around us. I stood in the middle of the chaos, staring down at their bodies. My heartbeat stayed steady, my chest eerily calm. A cold thought slid into my mind. If it hadn't been Sarah, if it hadn't been for that app that could shift someone's love, would I be the one lying there instead?

While Cameron was embracing every moment with her, Marissa was trying to ignore the feelings building up for him. Both their friends had big smiles on their faces when they saw Cameron and Marissa together. Nothing could have made them happier because they knew that both of them belonged to each other. But they also knew that there was a big chance that Cameron might get heartbroken, but knowing Cameron, he wouldn’t let Marissa go. He will live his life alone but never have her leave him. He will forever protect her. All four of them had their fingers crossed for Cameron and Marissa’s bright future together.

Victor reached for me again. "Come with me, Zoe. Believe in me. As long as I'm alive, I'll protect you—all of you." It was as if I had touched a deadly virus. My ability lashed out at him. Victor's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively released my wrist. I took the chance to step back two paces. "Zoe, have you completely lost your mind? He's a zombie. Do you really expect a zombie to love you for real?"

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

When I hit a problem, he listened, encouraged me, and helped me figure it out. When I missed Mom, he stayed beside me and comforted me. Little by little, I started falling for him. But after everything I'd been through, love still scared me. Opening my heart again felt impossible. Hector saw that. He never pushed. He just showed up. Again and again. In front of my mom's memorial shelf, he promised he'd take care of me. On my birthdays, he planned sweet surprises that filled me with a warmth I hadn't felt in years.

I thought " Someone related to the Blacks is working with Melissa , this is so bad but who will want bad for the Blacks they're nice people?" I thought to myself. My phone beeped and I checked to see a message from Ashley saying to meet her at Glitters tomorrow. I shut my eyes but I was scared shitless, how can people be this cruel?

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

He couldn't move his gaze as he looked at the two red heart rings. "What is it?" Violet asked curiously, looking at Lucian's face. "Those rings are so beautiful," Lucian said as he kept his gaze on the rings. Violet moved her gaze to look at the rings. Her heart suddenly beat fast in the same awe and happiness that Lucian felt. "Oh, my... You're right. They are so beautiful." She looked back at his face. "Let's buy them," she said excitedly. He nodded into her eyes with a smile on his face.