Bestie Hearts Novels & Stories

0 – Heartfelt emotions – Past heartbreaks are shared, bonding them emotionally and sexually. 122. Study Alone – Lingering touches – Hands graze over papers and legs, teasing escalating to heated kisses. 123. Dorm Room Storm 3.0 – Ultimate passion – Thunder outside mirrors the heat inside; fully steamy and intimate scene. 124. Midnight Heartbeats – Pride surrendered – Both surrender fully to desire and love, pride finally broken. 125. Campus Festival 3.0 – Public flirting, private passion – Playful touches in public, intimate encounters in private. 126. First Official Love Confession – Words and hearts aligned – Verbal declaration of love seals their emotional journey.

"There are too many people here. We should refrain from causing a scene. "Mira, right? You'd better transfer the three million dollars that I sent you back to me. I'm going to call the police and sue you for extortion if you don't." His threat terrified Mira. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a card, handing it to Felix and saying, "The money's all here. The pin is 130968." Mira suddenly yelped in pain. Her left chest had exploded! A damaged silicon implant dropped out of her chest and into the pool of blood and pus on the floor. A rancid stench began to permeate the air around them.

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

then it came. A heartbeat. Tiny, regular, rapid rhythm. Clear, like drumsticks struck too fast—but steady. As if a tiny motor beat inside. A sign of life. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Sloane's eyes flew open. "What... is that? Is that the...?" The doctor's voice was no longer clinical. It was human. Warm and soft, like a father showing his child for the first time. "That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you."

#HeartlessActressGabriella", and more. The online community wouldn't stop swearing at me or cursing me and calling me names. They never knew the truth, but that didn't stop them from calling me a heartless wench, messaging my parents and calling them names, and even doxxing my address and splashing red paint on my doors. Even the people in the entertainment industry continued framing me and saying that I always behaved like a diva on set, making things even worse for me.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I wasn’t jumping for joy yet because I had to know more. Is he badly hurt? No, he just misses his mate. My heart began to beat faster. Tell him Bethany says ‘hi’. Where are you? Some detective. He might have asked that sooner. In a forest somewhere. Can you be more specific? No, but we’re moving to Canada soon. Was it something I said? Be serious. Look out for recruitment on social media for a new BDSM academy called ‘Lashes’. Unless I was overruled on that. Noted.

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a hammer against my ribs. In that moment, I was no longer Alexei Pushkin, the ruthless mob boss, but simply a man terrified of losing someone who had somehow found her way into the darkest corners of my heart. Instinct took over. I scooped Zoey into my arms, her body light as a feather against my own. The flames from her burning car cast an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the fear etched on her features. I knew that look all too well – the terror that mirrored my own.