Black Hearts Novels & Stories

Clearing his throat, he said in his mature voice that carried authority, "Simon, you're the unfaithful one. I can't bring myself to go to Lulu's parents. All your assets and funds now belong to them. Consider it a way to atone for your actions." Lawrence paused, then flipped through a newspaper with recent news about Simon. He raised his hand and tossed the papers in Simon's face. "Take a good look. This is how the public views you now." Simon frowningly glanced at the headlines, all of them filled with negative criticism. "Mr. Passionate Lover Cheats on First Love, Causes Death of Innocent Ex-Wife!" "Shocking News! Model Husband Who Has Toyed with His Wife's Feelings Is Now Filled with Regr

Elena Romano understood firsthand that in the world of thieves, everything had a price—except resurrecting dead men. If that had been on the table, her father would still be alive, and Lorenzo Salvatore wouldn't be on her hit list. Her olive-toned skin blended with the darkness, making her almost invisible. For the right price, anything could be bought on the thriving black market of the underworld—maps, blueprints, access codes. Her underworld connections yielded the blueprints to the Salvatore estate. It was pretty easy to kill someone in their own home, no matter how secure they thought they were. The Mafia bosses weren't immune to secrets sold on the black market, though it was pricier t

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

another apologizes and they ledve. Holy shit.

I smiled back and the look she gave me is the proof that I didn’t do it whole heartedly. What can I do when I don’t feel that smile in that heart of mine???

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

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.

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

The second Icen Clayton Blackstone stepped into the room, Ember Heart knew he was trouble spelled in thick capital letters. His name had always been associated with scandal, and he had a lengthy history of affairs known to last for a month or less, thus earning him the name ‘Heartless Prince,’ and even worse, ‘Heart Ripper’. Yet, none of the articles she read had ever cautioned her about his magnetic sexual allure. Ember had seen drop-dead gorgeous men at the party, but there was something about Icen that compelled her to give him a second look even though he wore a masquerade mask.