Brutal Hearts Novels & Stories

He folded his fist and walked away, running into a b*tch "Remember me from last time,you promised a night stand with me--" "Get the f*ck out of my face and go f*ck your dad!" Carl hissed and walk away. He was almost entering the hotel when he bumped into Scarlet. "I'm sorry,I didn't...." "B*tch! You're not my type okay?" He said and left. "What just happened?" Scarlet blinked. "JoAnn,wait up!!!!" Ava shouted after JoAnn but she didn't wait. "Wait please" She fastened her pace and blocked her path

Tippa thought. “And I heard him say he felt the same way about me. Did he? Was that a missed opportunity? I was just too embarrassed at my actions to hear anything he said last night. I must be so sexually frustrated.” Tippa squeezed her eyes shut tight. But whenever she tried to deny her feelings, her heart would pound like crazy. Is this the end or the beginning of something new? “Should I be tough on him? Or should I just follow my heart? God help me, I don’t know what to do! Life is so short. I almost died. I have to think about this carefully. Follow your heart, Tippa is what the little voice inside my head is telling me.’ *****

The wet slap of skin against skin fills the hall, mixed with my ragged breathing and his low grunts. “That’s my girl,” he growls, one hand sliding up to fist my hair, pulling my head back slightly. “Let me hear you moan while I fuck you.” Another moan breaks free, louder this time, as he drives deeper. Tears of shame and unwanted ecstasy streak down my face even as my walls clench greedily around his cock. My mind screams that I hate him, but my body is melting under every brutal, possessive thrust. He keeps pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes, the heavy table creaking under the force. Every thrust sends sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up my spine.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

The blade slashed air where Leo’s throat had been a heartbeat before. He twisted, driving his shoulder into the man’s chest with a force that sent them both crashing to the ground. The knife clattered, spinning across the floor, and Cass bolted from her cover. Her pulse hammered like a war drum, but she forced herself to stay low, calculating—always calculating. Leo rolled, landing on top, his fist a blur, his teeth bared with the kind of focus that lived between fury and survival. Blood sprayed—his, the stranger’s, she couldn’t tell. Every movement was raw, brutal, stripped of finesse.

along his jaw and bruising around his left eye, but he was whole. He was alive. "Worried about me?" There was something vulnerable in the question, as if the idea of someone caring about his wellbeing was foreign to him. "Yes," she whispered, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. Beneath her palms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart and the solid warmth of muscle. The fabric of his shirt was torn, revealing glimpses of the intricate tattoo work that covered his torso—a guardian angel on one side, a demon on the other, locked in eternal battle across his ribs. "We sent a message," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Hit three of their operations, took out two of their enforc

My heart feels like it's being ripped out of my chest and torn into a million little pieces. Little droplets of water start pool out of my eyes and drip down my cheeks. This is the extent Julian holds his sons to, both of them. He beats them, humiliates them, belittles them. He's inhuman. For what Hayes has done to me, a little piece of my heart aches for him. But for Declan, my heart feels permanently damaged, like it has been broken into fragments and blown into oblivion. What is wrong with him? I've never seen how horrifically twisted Julian is until right now at this moment. He's even taking pleasure in it.

I picked it up gingerly and frowned a bit. Even though the thought of fighting someone always produced this sense of exhilaration within me, I wasn't exactly loving the idea of bashing that girl's head with this metal rod. However, when I saw her lunging towards Caden with that knife and thrusting it in his arm, I forgot every other thing. My heart pounded loudly in my ears when I saw Caden rolling away from the blond boy, clutching his now bleeding arm in pain. I didn't realize when I actually crept up behind that girl until I hit her with the metal rod, on the head.

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

," It may be okay for you to slash my heart and stab it several times But it will never be okay if I harm you with even a minor cut I would not be able to bear the pain on you... All Hearts!!