Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

As I rushed past Dad in the doorway, I heard it starting again—the accusations, the denials, the same old dance that had poisoned every dream of love I’d ever had. In the hallway, my phone lit up one more time. Alex again: “Some things are worth the risk.” I deleted the message, ignoring the ache in my chest. Because he was wrong. Nothing was worth becoming my mother, watching love slowly kill you from the inside out. Nothing was worth turning your home into a battlefield. Not even him. The sterile hospital lights blurred above me as I regained consciousness on a gurney. Voices echoed around me, distant and distorted. “Blood pressure’s elevated… Severe anxiety attack…”

So I don't get easily pleased, especially with expensive gifts. It might be hard to believe, but I couldn't seem to appreciate the expensive stuff he bought for me. Too bad this man doesn't know what makes me really happy. If he would just take the time to give me simple things as long as they're from the heart, I would appreciate them more than expensive things flaunted for their price just because he can well afford them. What can I expect, anyway? My husband will never give me something from the heart because I'm not important to him. He'll give me things his money can buy because that's easier for him. He thinks of me as a materialistic person. That's how shallow I am to him.

Yet, as seconds pass those smiles of his faded as sadness and regret swarm as he reads. “The book of Circus.” Starring at the place captured in that photo and where everything comes to a tragic turn. He could not help, but hate himself as he could not do anything then, but hurt the most important person in his life. The old scene and place that only existed in that 3rd loop and time, all of it was the pass he could not get a hold once more after choosing to hold the medusa and took the taboo in exchange for his very heart. The heart he calls.

“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."

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."