Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

“It is not my story to tell but somehow I feel guilty. No Robert, let me say my piece. I am very proud of my daughter not only because she is beautiful but because she has a kind heart. I wanted to show her off to the world and so I kept pushing her to join beauty pageants. Ever obedient, my daughter did not disappoint me and I was so happy when she won the City Muse three years ago. Little did I know that I unwittingly pushed her to her ruin. Her brothers and I did not notice that one of the judges had taken a fancy to her and pursued her in earnest. Of course when we finally discovered it, it was too late. That terrible night, she found out she was pregnant with the bastard’s child and so

The body of the mirror was made of gold, so was my bed. “Call me if you need anything, princess” Alissa said, closing the door after her. I lay on the bed and cursed my fate for bringing me to such doom. I sobbed hard on my bed and my pillow became wet. In the middle of the night, I glared to mirror to see if something was wrong with my face. Was I not pretty Enough,? I wondered why prince Ivar rejected me ? I looked again and notice that nothing was wrong me . He was mentally disabled!

— He said firmly. — I don't even know what to say, but... — He was listening to me. — And where does the need to marry me come into this? He smiled. — You know when they say that revenge never saves the soul, but rather corrodes it more? — I nodded. — My father had died, and everything else... I was alone and I still had a hatred that closed me off from anything. There was a day when I ended up losing myself in irresponsibility... I had an overdose. Three hours in a coma. — I sat down, in disbelief at the story. — You'll think I'm crazy, but I swear to God that in those three hours, I only saw you...

"Please don't lie to me. I need some honesty, please." "I need something to restore my sanity." "I feel like I'm losing my mind." "Please say something, Lydia. I promise I won't yell at you." "I'm sorry I yelled at you back then in the car..." Before I could finish my apology, Lydia interrupted me. "I understand what you're going through, Lexy." "I would've reacted the same if not overreacted." "It's true. Everything Anthony said is true. Jerry played you dirty." "He never deserved you in the first place, Lexy."

My hands had gone cold around the pages. It was transactional in a way that made the word transactional feel insufficient, it was too clean, too clinical for what it actually was. I had been a clause. A line item. A mechanism for securing capital. And then I reached page eleven, and the floor of my understanding dropped out from under me entirely.

he took in a weighty breath. The tightness in her muscles relaxed. There was something in his voice. Forlorn, hurt. She'd never lost a parent. She didn't know this flavour of pain. Her heart ached for him. “I couldn't give a shit about your whereabouts” he finished. His words tore, a sharp gash to her chest. Blood seeped from it. Somehow she still told herself that he wasn't like this. The mate bond would turn his heart. They could rule together. Learn each other. They could be happy.

His last words sent chills right down to my guts as it reminded me of what I was truly about to face back in the real world. And it was the cruel exam horror phase or my best friend's panic phase, not even my emotional move with Asher. What I was truly about to face was something far much scarier and that was none other than… Stefan. Hey readers🌚, your lovely author is back, so sorry I haven't been able to write for about a month now, mostly due to medical reasons but I'm back and much healthier, so do look forward to more fun. steamy chapters of scammed of his heart and also check out my new book Playing Alpha. Bye.

"You've got all the bad traits; betrayal, lies, treachery... You name it," "Let me give you a brief definition of who you are; the most dangerous human, an animal in human skin," she paused, her gaze locked on Phoebe's shocked face. "To be frank, you've got the dirtiest mind I've ever seen. Your heart is filthy. You're not just influenced by darkness; you're the darkness itself. You need salvation before it's too late," Rosie's lips curled into a cold smile. "Though I doubt it's already too late for you."

Then with a final, brutal thrust, he groaned against my mouth… And came. His cock twitched inside me as he filled me, as my walls clenched greedily around every drop. I felt it. I felt it all. His seed painting my insides. His breath stuttering. His muscles shaking. His soul breaking. And when he finally collapsed beside me, still hard, still deep inside me, he looked at me like he knew nothing in his life would ever be holy again. Because I was the sin he’d never be able to stop committing.