Brutal Hearts Novels & Stories

A black jacket was lying across the hills. He appeared to be in his early twenties. His features best described as sharp with his pointed nose, deep black eyes, strong jawline, and thin, attractive lips. His skin was fair and looked radiant, reflecting the meagre amount of light emanating from the shaded lights which hung in the gazebo. His frame conveyed strength. His black hair damp and messy because of the rain and hung down over his eyes. His face was expressionless as he stared off into the dark. His eyes blinked, but it was a slow, emotionless flutter of eyelashes

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

Highlighting the word Alpha with a mocking tone I egged him on. He nodded his head “Ok” and waved his hand to his men. “Fuck her up, but leave her alive.” I didn’t give them the chance to attack because I swiftly moved forward with an unmatched speed, my hands morphing to my beasts as I quickly moved through the thirteen men and ripped out each and every one of their hearts in less than a minute. I held the last heart in my hand as I moved in front of the Alpha’s face. His was pale and full of shock and he stumbled to find his words, but before he could, my claws plunged into his chest and tore his beating heart out.

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

“If given the chance, would you kill him?” “I would do more than that. I would gouge his eyes out and soak them in champagne like he did to Pedro, rip him to shreds while carving pain into his body. Maybe a slow torture would suffice, like cutting his fingers off one by one, and then castrating him. I have countless brutal thoughts running through my mind, and they always end with his brutal death.” For a moment, she stared blankly at me, her jaw dropped in silence, her eyes wide with amusement.

“Big mistake.” I stepped out from behind the guest room door. Valentina’s face drained of color. “You think you can steal my life?” I whispered. “Try again.” Diego grabbed her arm. “I’ll handle her.” But before he could move— Valentina pulled a knife from her pocket and slashed toward him. He dodged it, but not fast enough. Blood bloomed on his side. I screamed. And Valentina ran.

With a final, savage twist, Aiden ripped out Bryan’s heart. The battlefield froze. Bryan staggered, eyes wide with disbelief, before collapsing to the ground, lifeless, his heart clutched in Aiden’s bloody hand. Aiden stood over the corpse, chest heaving, blood dripping from his claws. For a moment, silence hung heavy. Then he threw Bryan’s heart to the dirt, raising his head to the moon and letting out a roar that shook the battlefield—a roar of vengeance fulfilled, of grief and triumph entwined. He howled at the full moon.

My Alpha Spirit bursts from me like an atom bomb. “What… are you?” He whispers horrified as his body shakes before me. “A fucking Alpha,” I growl, my voice overlapping with Zara’s. I plunge one clawed hand through his chest wrapping my hand around his heart, and the other I plunge into his neck wrapping my fingers around his trachea. With one tug I rip his heart from his chest holding it in my bare hand and with another tug, I rip his trachea from his neck. Blood coats my skin like a blanket as I watch the life leave this bastard’s eyes and blood gurgles through the hole in his throat as his body falls to the forest floor in a heap.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️