Burning Hearts Book Novels & Stories

His fingers, rough with calluses, traced paths across my skin repeatedly, sending delightful shivers through me. I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. His heavy breathing intensified, and, appearing emboldened, his hand continued its exploration lower down my body. His low, husky voice resonated in my ear, laden with a seductive quality, as he asked, "Is it alright if I continue, Cynthia?" I lowered my gaze in a flush of shyness, a gesture that served as my implicit consent. William could no longer suppress the overwhelming passion he felt. He immediately pulled me into his embrace.

Love, From Eleanor. And so, I named them Vivian, Janice, and Susan. All are now beautiful, grown-up ladies, and dreadful warriors. But I can’t tell you who is mine, for I don’t know. And while one may seem cursed, trust me, I didn’t willfully do that, neither can I lift it. She would have to bear it. After all, she’s faced her mother twice. One, as the blood Queen. And the other as Eleanor. And in both circumstances, she wasn’t destroyed. Her name is Susan Hill. And she is one with The Consuming Heart.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

A warmth settled in his chest that had nothing to do with the fire. She loved him. He knew that. She'd told him. She'd shown him every day. Still...seeing it written in her handwriting somehow made it feel permanent. Like ink had captured something his heart already knew. He closed the book carefully. Rested it on his lap. For a long time he simply watched the fire burn. He thought about everything he'd lost. The mistakes he'd made. The years he couldn't get back. He couldn't change any of it. He never would.

My lungs burned; my veins felt like they were on fire. Through the haze, I saw the entity looming over me, massive now, its form unraveling like smoke in a storm. Every piece of it screamed with agony and longing. I raised my hand. The mark on my chest blazed with light. If the Heart had been born from hunger, then I would answer it with the only thing it didn’t understand, love. I thought of Roman, of Lira, Kael, and Janie, of every soul who had stood by me when they had every reason not to.

"If that's what you need to do, then I'm here with you." Together, we gathered the romance novels, piling them up in the center of the room. The weight of their pages felt heavy in my hands, a physical representation of the weight they had placed on my heart. I struck a match, watching as the flame danced to life, its glow illuminating the truth I had been avoiding. As the fire consumed the books, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The crackling flames devoured the tales of love and passion, leaving behind only ashes and smoke. It was a symbolic release, a declaration of my independence from the false narratives that had held me captive.

I whimper as the tears flow my inevitable doom approaching. “Put her out!” I feel the sharp prick before the burning liquid enters my heart and numbs my body. I jump bolt upright screaming and grasping my chest the burn still radiating throughout. I gasped for air as tears streamed down my face. I feel someone touch my back and scoot backward frantically. I fall to the ground and continue to scoot until I am backed into a corner. The stone is cool against my back but it does nothing to soothe the burning pain in my chest. I sob hysterically my entire body shaking as the burning radiates throughout me. My heart hurts in a way it never has before. It feels like someone is tearing it in half. I

Dedication. For the hearts that break, burn, and bloom again. To every soul who has ever been rejected, forgotten, or silenced — this story is for you. There are moments in life when we believe our pain makes us unworthy of love, when the world feels too dark to remember the warmth we once carried. We shrink, we hide, and we tell ourselves that maybe it’s safer to stop feeling altogether. But the truth is this: the heart that still aches is the one still alive. The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die.

' she thought to herself as she tried harder to free herself from the gains. Her breathing was intensifying, her heart pounding so fast and loud she could feel it in her ear. She was scared out of her mind and couldn't think straight and finally the door opened with a bang. Three shadows stood in front of her as she held her breathe and tried not to make any movements, at this point,she wished for the invisible cost from Harry Potter. The light was turned on and there stood the most scary men she had ever seen in her twenty three years.

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.