Chained Heart Novels & Stories

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.

But as the day is getting darker it is also getting more cooler. So right now, it is actually cold, he was feeling cold, and then he started looking out for a hideout. So he sighted a house that was a little bit away from him. Well maintained and well cleaned, he ran up to go and take a rest inside that place. So when he get there, he just stepped two steps to go inside the building. And he heard a bark at his back, he turned and saw that it was a dog. Not an ordinary dog, a very strong and scary dog, even as it was chained

She was his for one night but she ended up being his for longer than that. “Tamara.” He said and she knew that whatever he wanted to say was serious. “Yes.” “I’ve never told you this before but the night I met you, I was broken because of a bad relationship.” “I didn’t know.” “Yeah. She cheated on me. I gave her everything but she still did. That day, I told myself that I would guard my heart against love. I would just pick up women and have them whenever I wanted to satisfy my manly desires. I would also get a steady girl for that same purpose. Unfortunately, you were that girl for a while until somehow, you captured my heart and I am so in love with you.”

It was on another scale entirely. " It's known as the Twin's darkness. Nothing can break it. In it, only Dan and I have the ultimate power. Nothing can go in or out if we don't let it. It's a card that has never been used until today. All because he sensed me. Nobody here feels it like he does. " Dean said, and my heart broke. I didn't even know what I was to him anymore. Then, the chatter resumed. So, what are we? Insects?

He was watching me as I cleaned the counter for the fifth time, arranged the staples and packed the dirty cups to the back. I hated how much my own heart betrayed me. My skin felt warm under his gaze. And somehow, he had made this a thing… this unspoken ritual where he walked in, ordered coffee he didn't really care about, bore holes into me with his stares and waited for me to come to him. And the worst part? I always did. GEORGE Cassie was trying to pretend she wasn't unaffected by presence. She was failing badly at it. I noticed how her shoulders turned a little too stiff, her hands moving far too quickly as she wiped down the counter for the fifth time.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Wiping my tears, I made my way to the office. As I stepped inside, the sterile scent of medical equipment filled my senses, and my heart raced in anticipation. The doctor's somber expression hinted at the gravity of the situation. "Your mother has cancer and needs to be admitted immediately," the doctor said, his words hanging heavily in the air, each syllable landing like a weight upon my chest. The world around me seemed to blur as the reality of the statement sunk in. Admitted immediately – the urgency of the situation echoed in those words.

She responded, "I can't just watch and do nothing." "Yes, you can, or you can choose to pursue the second course of action and go to work. But instead of spying on the cripple, you spy on the hottie and uncover information that the cripple can use to fire the hottie from the company. You and the cripple can then reconcile and live happily ever after," Chelsea explained and clapped for herself. Sarah remained motionless, Chelsea's phrases were laced with a strange mixture of hotties and cripples, confusing her.

To find him without revealing my own desperation. It was frustrating. My head ached from the constant tug at the empty space in my heart. I couldn’t remember his name, yet I could feel him. Dangerous, unyielding, intoxicating. That pull, the one I couldn’t understand, made every command I gave feel heavier, more important, more fragile. A message pinged on my phone. One of my lieutenants. Routine check-in. Nothing alarming. Yet I stared at it, imagining him behind one of the movements, watching, testing, probing. My stomach twisted.

Alpha Cain glared at me, a silent warning for me to speed up, but I kept my pace slow and steady, still hoping that at the very least, one of the other packs would say something to delay or pause the ceremony. Yet, even they had turned their backs on me. My chains rattled louder as I reached the three steps leading up to the platform and found that while I managed to stumble and limp my way down the aisle, the stairs would not be possible in my broken and weakened state. I was lucky to be able to walk, let alone remain conscious. The only thing driving me forward was how stubborn I was not to let them see just how weak I was. “Get up,” Alpha Cain growled, grabbing the chain around my wrists