Burning Heart Book Novels & Stories

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

"At a restaurant, of course." "A restaurant or a hotel? You reek of alcohol and are covered in the scent of Chase's cigarettes. Do you think I don’t have a nose? "And those stockings weren't really torn, were they?" I rose abruptly, my tone heavy. "Scarlett, let's file for divorce tomorrow morning." My words struck like a thunderbolt and terrified Scarlett. "Ron, have you lost your mind? You want to divorce me?" My expression remained blank. "Since you've already given your heart to someone else, divorce would be good for you. You and Chase make a lovely couple. I wish you both all the happiness in the world."

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

~ANASTASIA~ Have you ever had a heart attack? The one that feels like your heart is on fire? The burning starts small, like a spark, but then it spreads fast; it doesn't stop. No matter how deep you breathe, it's still there—hot, forceful, and unshakeable. If you had it, then you know how I was feeling right now. I opened my mouth and gasped for air, but nothing helped; it was as if a fire was lit in my chest, and it refused to let go.

The cold winter wind rushed through the broken window of the abandoned house. The girl in the shadows shivered, backing further away from the shattered glass. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she quickly pushed it away. Her red hair was like a fire burning in the darkness, a beacon glowing brightly for her hunter to find. She looked over her shoulder for the millionth time, feeling paranoid. He could be anywhere — lurking in a dark corner, waiting behind a closed door, silently standing behind her — and she wouldn't even know it. He was too quiet. Too good at this horrible game.

Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

Charlotte faced the glowing heart ahead of her, only a little farther, but the path was harder, and it became more difficult to move with every step. "I love you, Rurik. Do you hear me? I love you!" She shouted the words into the blinding snow that tried to hide the heart from her. But she would not stopshe would never stop. She stretched her hand into the flames, curling her fingers around what looked like a giant ruby. Fire exploded around her, burning her hand, her body, her soul. It was killing her, she knew it. If she kept holding on, she would die.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.