Burning Hearts Book Novels & Stories

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

“Sometimes love is a fire that burns too brightly. It consumes everything in its path until all that’s left is ash. To protect her… I had to let her go.” The throne room, vast and dimly lit by flickering torches, felt colder than usual, the shadows on the walls dancing as if mocking the warmth that could have been. The grand tapestries, which once felt like a testament to power and legacy, now seemed like veils hiding too many secrets.

She lost herself in the words, letting them pull her into another world, another time, another story that wasn’t hers. She didn’t even notice when her eyelids grew heavy. Didn’t notice when the book slipped from her fingers. Didn’t notice when she drifted into unconsciousness. Heat. It was the first thing she felt. An unbearable, suffocating heat pressing against her skin, wrapping around her throat like a vise. Then the smell—thick, acrid, choking. Something was burning. Her eyes snapped open, and terror crashed into her like a tidal wave. Flames. They licked hungrily at the bookshelves, devouring the store in angry tongues of gold and crimson. Smoke curled in thick plumes, turning the air

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

" … 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.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Something heavy and sharp, like a block of ice sliding into the space where my heart used to be. I don’t read the letter a second time. Every word is burned into my mind already. I don’t look for tear stains. I don’t press it to my nose to smell him. I get up, walking across the floor naked. The air is freezing against my skin, but I don’t feel it. The fire is dead. Just gray ash and blackened wood, much like my own inner landscape. I strike a match, watching impassively as the flame flares, small and orange. Then I hold the corner of the parchment to the flame.

My eyes flickered with hurt, and my heart burned with jealousy. “Because I wanted to be sure that he wasn't lying to me.” She yelled.