Brutal Hearts Novels & Stories

I groan, my voice getting louder at each word. I can feel the weird looks I am getting from passers-by, but I don't care. I'm frustrated, broke, and angry. It's not a new feeling. It's been a constant for the past five years. But then my current frustration is Jody, my co-worker at Reach Media. Jody just got engaged, and why is that frustrating to me? It's because I am bitter. I am a bitter, bitter person. I have been engaged for five fucking years and I don't even have a ring to show for it.

I will kill her and every single one of her kind if that’s what it takes for my pack to sleep a little more soundly at night. The scorching water of my shower pelts against my back, hand braced against the white tiled wall. It’s been enough time to catch my breath, for my heart rate to slow, and still it speeds as if in the Indy 500 thinking of Fallon. It’s not just lust, or anger; it’s grief, and pain, and disgust and pity. Pity for her and my pack. I should have no pity for Fallon, but I also know why she is the way she is. The choices that were taken from her. It only explains why she’s become this hardened woman, fighting to sit on top of the world. It doesn’t excuse what she did to thos

she whispered. 🌌 Final Emotional Anchor — The Meaning of Rival Hearts As twilight settled across the valley, Harper intertwined her fingers with Emery’s, resting her head against her shoulder the same way she had on their honeymoon years ago. “Do you ever regret how messy our beginning was?” Harper asked softly. Emery shook her head. “No,” she said firmly. “Because rivalry taught us strength. Conflict taught us honesty. And love taught us everything else.” Harper smiled, eyes reflecting lantern lights below.

Before I could recover from the humiliation and the pain from his blows and the one that threatened to tear my heart to shreds, I felt his dick roughly plunge into the dry dessert between my legs. A hateful cry escaped the tight clutches of my teeth as he pulled roughly at my hair while burying himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I never knew I could hate someone so bad until that moment. That short moment when I opened my eyes and watched my babies standing at the end of the stairs and looking down as their father molested their mother right under their nostrils. I shut my eyes immediately and like a robot, my tears seized immediately and a new mass of energy flowed into my body and sei

Not too bulgy, but just extraordinarily big. I have never seen anything so raw, so primitive. It's the standoff that gave off shadows of danger. A confrontation that seemed old as time… Suddenly, it's like an attack on my mind that went straight to my heart. A quick slice of pain lances through me. It came on like a flash, pressured my mind and somehow, found its way to my heart. It's a pain that settles inward, twisting and stabbing like a knife is being repeatedly used to injure and destroy everything good in there…

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

Brutal rejection. My soul was torn apart. And it was painful. Overwhelming pain suddenly spiked and erupted in my chest, physically making me moved my hand to clutch at the fabric over my chest. My eyes were blurred with hot tears as I slowly sank down to the floor, the hard surface cold and unwelcoming beneath me. My shoulders were trembling, arms trembling, lips trembling and eyes filled to the brim with tears. ‘You were just a good fuck, nothing more.’

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Brutus raised Woody's stack of black cards and mocked in disdain, "What a fucking joke! I've never even seen such cards! They must be fake! And this … What trash is this?" He picked up the deerskin needle bag and took a brief glance at it, thinking it was just worthless junk. "Give it back!" Woody was infuriated. But not only did Brutus not give it back, he even threw it to the ground and stomped on it. "Trash! Just like you, you ex-convict!" Woody could no longer hold back his anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped simultaneously. "You asshole!" A slap landed on Brutus' face, sending him crashing to the ground with a loud smack. One of his cheeks instantly became r