Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

“Sera—you need to see this. Scarlett moved the press conference. It’s happening right now.” The world tilts. “She can’t—” “She did.” Scarlett Ashford fills the screen, standing at a podium with calculated vulnerability. “Nine years ago,” Scarlett says, “Seraphina Cole was in a serious car accident—” My hands start shaking. “—resulting in complications that have left her unable to bear children.” The lie of apology in her voice makes my stomach churn. She keeps going. Questioning my integrity. My silence. My worth. Emma turns the tablet off.

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

"Not simply to reduce whatever consequences I'm facing myself. Because I understand now, completely, that my own anger was exploited by people who never actually cared whether my grievance was legitimate." Marcus listened to this entire painful confession with the same careful, patient attention he brought to everything genuinely significant in his life. "I'm not going to pretend this doesn't frighten me," Marcus said finally. "What you did terrified my wife and my son. I need you to understand that clearly, before we discuss anything else." "I understand," Robert said quietly. "But I also understand desperation," Marcus continued. "I understand how desperation can push people toward choices

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

All they taught her was to throw away her pride into the trash can and follow your heart like a pathetic loser. They gave her the fucking delusion of how she can be the special one, the one who would be able to melt his cold heart. Thinking about it now have her the goosebumps due to the cringe. And it also made her fucking mad! If she wasn't so convinced and manipulated by those, now disgust inducing, romance novels, she would have done better in her life. She should really beat up those authors and ask for compensation for ruining her life! Was it really good to deceive innocent people who invested their money and time like this?

And again, they will fail, because my mates and I will see to it! “I really don't like this place.” “We don't either, and that's why it was never absorbed into our territory,” Cassius says. I feel so much despair and desperation. These people deserve a better existence than this. Did depression and the yearning for a better life drive Draven to steal a dragon? Even so, what he did was wrong, and he and those who aided him need to be punished. Draven’s POV

CJ In a crappy hotel room, I paced back and forth, my troubled mind consumed with hopelessness. I'd never felt such bouts of emptiness in a long time. Among werewolves, it was taboo for a male, much less an Alpha, to say he was heartbroken. But there was no other word to describe how I felt right now. I was more than heartbroken; I was devastated. I hated myself right now and everything I represented. For the second time in my life, I let myself get carried away by the same enemy, the same bastard that was responsible for all my problems.

her heart grew weak again. ​Her hot tears fell silently, pouring down her pale cheeks. She felt a deep pity tearing through her chest as she looked at his wretched state; she remembered the other Kai... the Kai of the past, her loyal lover who used to fill her days with warmth and security before life's debts swallowed him and turned him into this destructive person who was going through the worst period of his life.