Blackheart Novels & Stories

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

"We will do our best for you, Andien." Anjani's death had left Andien with a deep grudge against Kenan, and she tried to find out the man's weaknesses. But the only person closest to Kenan was Mark. Was it possible for Mark to tell her about Kenan's weaknesses? Andien leaned back in her chair and talked to herself. "Even though Mark had done a lot of dishonest things to Kenan, there is no way that Mark would just talk about Kenan's weaknesses. What should I do and how can I get my heart back?"

Her mind contemplated his action. “If you don’t drink this in one go, I will make you, do it in the same way.” He said in a dead serious tone. Zara couldn’t believe this he was blackmailing her in this way. He is so heartless. How can she fall in love with such a mean-spirited person? How can she love him again and again when he did all wrong with her. She blamed herself for being so innocent and fall in his trap easily. In the name of love and husband he has always hurt her feelings.

Blackwell declared in a determined tone and Beast ended up scoffing. “ Well. Too bad that I don't have any heart or emotions. ” Beast snickered darkly and pushed his hair back. Beast needed to find this Blackwell before, he really lost his mind and gave in completely to the worst side of his. “ Oh. Am I supposed to say something cheesy like ' You don't have a heart because you gave it to someone else ' ? ” Blackwell wondered in a dramatic tone “ Someone like my sweet niece? Oh. She is so sweet and loving. Not suitable for the other side of world at all just like her mother whom everyone loved. ” Hate could be easily detected in Blackwell's tone.

The forest was a mess as sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson light crashed into molten light. "You... Moonbound... impossible!" the person hissed. "No one can mix betrayal, power, and bonds, but you..." When I yelled, Silver Heart shone with strength, loyalty, and pulse. "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" Betrayal, power, or shadow can't hurt what I have!" The broken part of me was linked to the Silver Heart, the Shadowed Moon, the True End, and the voices of my past lives. Sparks of molten energy hit shadows and twisted furiously before starting to match my pulse.

Chapter 33 Rebirth of the Silver Fire The crack in the London Heart was a jagged, bleeding wound that spit out a mixture of thick, black oil and high-frequency violet sparks. The suffocating note of the Black Symphony didn't stop; it fractured into a chaotic, screaming static that tore through the vault with the force of a physical gale, knocking the remaining Council enforcers into the stone walls.

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

Cassian bowed his head, forehead nearly touching mine. “Then do it.” Damien roared from the archway. “No!” Too late. My blood sank through Cassian’s shirt. Into silver light. Into the Heart. Into him. The world turned white. For one endless second, I felt everything. Cassian’s chains. His screams under Black Hollow. His sister’s betrayal. Damien’s blade. The Heart forced into his chest. Twenty-one years of darkness. Twenty-one years of not dying. Twenty-one years of waiting without knowing whether anyone would ever come.

he replied bluntly. "Choose me..." She whispered, pulling his shirt harder so their faces are just inches apart. She was sniffling, her tears blinding and choky and hurtful. Yet... Madden showed no emotions to it... He's like a soulless pit of hell. Now she came to the realization that everything about Madden Smirnov is black. Black heart Black mind Black soul He's really morally dark, and he's not only a psychopath but a sociopath with no feelings.