Books Like Heartless Novels & Stories

And as I become more mindful of these emotions, my fear of being abandoned and entrapped in a place where nobody would rescue me in escaping from the hole I had been in was growing. Whatever was causing my heart to beat violently; whatever tickle feeling was endlessly playing in my stomach; whatever they were... I just didn't deserve to be conscious of them— no, it was better not to know them. Because loving this heartless Alpha would just make me suffer; that was for sure.

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

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“The Heart. If I can figure out how to control it, maybe we stand a chance against Lilith.” Alaric nodded, his gaze falling to the book in her hands. “That’s a dangerous path you’re walking.” “I don’t have a choice,” she said. “If there’s a chance this can help, I have to take it.” Alaric hesitated, then reached out to gently take the book from her. He flipped through its pages, his brow furrowing. “This text… it’s old. Very old. And if I’m not mistaken, it’s tied to the Heart.”

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

He stops to pick up a crystal book stand and brings it to the table, setting the leather bag on top. I can feel the book’s energy calling to me. It’s darker than the darkest corner of the underworld and greedy like a starving animal. It’s thick, violent, and hopeless. It is full of despair that feels like it wants to drown you in a pit of hot tar. It is passionate and calculated in all the worst ways. Rage and a seething sense of malice swirl around its edges, so palpable, you can practically feel it on the edges of your fingers.

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

That would provide her the perfect opportunity to get away from the hell hole which was supposed to be her home for the unforeseeable future. ---------------- "Ugh!" Ayla groaned out in frustration as she shut the book close. She was someone who would always enjoy a good read for as long as she could remember. But reading one of her favourite stories was proving no less of a task to her, one that had been enforced over her. Claude's study room was slowly but steadily becoming her own personalized version of a prison, a luxurious prison. She forced herself to stand up with a jolt and felt her knees wobbling under her weight a little. Sitting for longer periods of time in the same position was