Dark Heart Novel By Sumiya Baloch Mga Nobela at Kwento

Guilt struck me like a bolt of lightning, my head still hurt as I arrived to process all of this. Sorava placed her hand on mine, her touch sending a prickly sensation up my arm. “I know you have a lot of questions and I am more than ready to answer all of it. But out of everything we are going to say to each other, I just want to say I am glad I finally met you. All my life I have felt like I was alone, I constantly searched for a companion, not knowing that the love and affection I craved was from a sister that I never knew existed.”

She tried so hard to be the cold killer, to bury whatever emotions remained. But I could see through her. I could see her pain, her confusion. I could see the struggle inside her every time she pulled the trigger, every time she took a life. I knew she hated me for it. And that only made it more delicious. Because deep down, I knew she wanted this. She wanted to be mine. When she returned from the latest mission, bloodied and broken, I couldn’t resist any longer. She was slipping further into the darkness, and I would be the one to guide her.

Her pulse hammered not from the fight, but from the words that refused to leave her head. You’re exactly like her. Leo reached for her shoulder, steady, protective, but she couldn’t look at him. For the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the man who’d tried to kill them—she was afraid of what he thought he knew about her. And deep down, a darker fear whispered: what if he was right?

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

The servants had retired, and only the faint hum of the night breeze filled the halls. I stood before the window of my room, the city lights glittering below like stars fallen to earth. My reflection stared back at me — elegant, calm, untouchable. But beneath the surface, I was trembling. They called him The Man of Ice. But if they looked closer, maybe they’d see that he wasn’t the only one frozen inside. Somewhere along the way, I had built my own walls — to keep out pain, betrayal, and the loneliness that came from being unloved.

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

he took it away from my hand. "Are you ready?" he suddenly asked. I looked at him and saw his tender gaze on me. As I looked at him closely, I saw that he was no longer the creature that only wanted to see my despair. He was no longer the terrifying hybrid who wished to inflict nothing but pain in me. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. In that moment, as I stared back at the infamous Dark Prince, I really saw him. I could somehow feel what he felt and for the first time, I could see what was within him. He was a changed being.

He leaned in close to her ear and asked hoarsely, "Where does it hurt?" Zoey wasn't in her right mind, and she couldn't hear anything. She felt as if she were drowning in a deep, quiet ocean. The air in her lungs was slowly being used up, and she couldn't breathe. She broke free from the chains that were holding her and swam upward desperately. After finally making it to the surface, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and when she looked down, a dagger was protruding from it. The sharp blade pierced her heart, and the person who’d stabbed her seemed to have twisted the blade in her wound. Blood gushed uncontrollably from her gory wound. She could die from the pain. "It hurts." Zoey slept fi