Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

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.

As I turned to leave, she asked me, "What about you, Timothy? Do you still love me?" Me? Did it even matter? The woman I once loved had died the moment she let a selfish jerk into her heart and chose to stay blind. … After I left, the Bennetts fell from grace. I didn't go after them. They had never been able to manage the wealth and power that had never truly belonged to them in the first place. I heard that Caleb tried to act rich even when they were broke. He even offended the wrong people and ended up suffering for it.

" You can't apologize for breaking someone. You can't apologize for someone you can't love back. You can't apologize for breaking my soul. You can't apologize for all the time you hurt me by loving someone else. You showered her with love, while I stayed back, broken. You can aplog… before I could finish, he grabbed me and pulled me to his chest. He hugged me tightly. He rested his chin on top of my head and ran his hand on my back. I clutched his shirt and cried. I wanted to laugh, at the irony of love, we find comfort in the person, who breaks us the most. We stood there in the dark, embracing each other. When someone shouted for Alpha Xavier. Xavi We look back to see Jessica coming our wa

Mathew: Does this mean now I have two heartbroken sons? Mathew: At least I have already bought the books about how to deal with heartbreak (ʘ ʖ̯ ʘ)

Every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful blue eyes filled with betrayal, every time I feel a stake piercing through my heart. I’m sorry Deagan. I love you, I always will. Please understand why I had to do this. ” If he thought the book would ease his mind, he was wrong, it only served to confuse him further. Heaving a long sigh at the strange feeling in his chest, he ran his fingers over the dry tear stains that marred the page and smudged the ink. After a moment of contemplation, Deagan picked up the phone. “Deagan Lockheart, what a pleasant surprise!” Mikhail Lazarev answered in his usual sarcastic tone.

Once we go back, I'll stay there with you. "I already called off my engagement with Jessica. From beginning to end, the only person I've ever loved is you. Millie… Please come back to me, okay?" He apologized through choking sobs. Even though the people around us could not understand the language he spoke, the sight of him kneeling there still moved some of them. However, as I looked at him, I realized something. The disgust I once felt was gone. All that remained inside me was calmness. During this past year, I had already erased his name from my heart. The scars were still there, but looking at him now felt no different from looking at a stranger.

Those seats had become their bed of betrayal. The dull ache in my chest exploded into a thousand sharp blades, twisting inside me and nearly choking me with pain. Five years of genuine devotion, yet I still couldn't understand how Sophia could cruelly stomp on it like this. I opened the dashcam app on my phone, and the video showed Sophia cuddled in the arms of that man, whispering, "I've been thinking about doing this with you in this car ever since he gave it to me." The man chuckled softly, kissing her lips. "Then let me fulfill your wish today."

All watched. Elder Marlow raised his hand. “Step forward.” They did. A single spirit emerged. Draven froze. His old wheelchair appeared beside it. Sepharine inhaled sharply. The spirit spoke—not in words, but presence. Memory. Pain. Draven stepped toward the chair. Then knelt beside it. “I hated this,” he whispered. “Not because it made me weak. But because it showed I wasn’t invincible.” He touched the seat. “I let pride chain me longer than any injury.”

the second woman gasped, appalled by the revelation. “He's aware, but I don't think there's nothing he could do?”. The first woman responded “What do you mean by there's nothing he could do?.” the second woman inquired confusingly “He's been enchanted by the seductress. Didn't you see how beautiful she is? I guess she could have anyone she wanted” she said in a whisper. "oh! I pity whoever got into her traps” Shocked, I listened intently to their conversation, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation.

He got this attitude from his parent. Mr and Mrs Williams Brookes raise James so bad that he doesn't care about any one feelings or emotions, he just do things he felt like doing as long as he is going to benefit from it and the other person will lose.