Blackheart Novels & Stories

Heart then stopped playing his dick. ‘Of course, I can’t tell him that I fuck more than thousand men already, I think? Hahaha. I don’t know but there are lot of men, because of my job. They have bigger dick than him, but I really wonder what will happen once he discovers that I am Scarlet Heart, for sure, he will really resent me and I will not be able to face him.’ Heart thought. She could not answer him the truth about her body count.

He did find someone before but he lost her because of his stupidity. His name is Kai Schneider and his age is 29 years old. A rich widow with one young boy and most wanted by man and woman, still single. Still, his life feels so boring and empty without his late wife. He is living lifeless and his son never feels his love because he keeps remembering that his late wife died after giving birth to him. He knows that it's wrong but he can't help it. His illness is inside his mind. Outside, he is a strong and strictly hard working person.

The alpha king's eyes were pleading, begging me to answer him. His eyes got watery as the moments passed when he thought I would never answer his question. Defeated, both of his hands fell on his side. "I get it. I don't matter to you. I was nothing but an asshole, too, River. They called me Black Heart, saying I did not have a heart, and if I did, it was darker than a pen's ink." I sucked in a breath.

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Brittany: He pulled me into a tight hug, “Brittany, listen to my heart, even if my lips are lying my heart wouldn’t lie.” His heart was thudding fast and they were giving a different sound, like he wanted to communicate something to me through his heart, and I could hear the mixture of his heartbeat and that of his wolf's heart. “I do not want to listen to your heart just go away.” I pushed him slightly from myself. “As at this point, I do not care what you or your heart have to say, please go away, leave me alone, I am broken already, don’t add to it.”

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

I pressed down harder on the gas pedal, feeling the engine roar to life beneath me. The anger coursing through my veins was electric, igniting a fierce determination within. “Fucking bitch,” I muttered, filled with pain and resolve. I was done—too close to the edge to turn back. Pockets shifted beside me, resting his warm head on my lap, but his affection barely registered. My thoughts spiraled, emotions roiling within me. Fury coursed through me, every memory of Stacey Sherbourn slicing at my heart. I had devoted three years to her, only to uncover her lies.

He threw his gun away and paced around the living room. “I know. Ray called me Black Fang. All of them were afraid of me. Why? Who the hell am I?” “You are not ready for the truth, Sia. If you know what Black Fang means, you'll be hiding right now. Once Rosetta treats you, Lenox will drive you to your apartment. Go back to your life.” “Living like a loser? Pretending this isn't my life, too?”

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself