Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

She was so adamant on having me remain in this god-damned pit! But I wasn't having that, I needed out of here and I needed it now. "There's no proof to back that up, Amber. I never knew I could open the book, did I? But I did in the end. Someone else had owned that book before I had it." "So?" She really didn't care…..?! "So someone else can definitely open it asides me." Couldn't she understand that the book of Mageia needed to be brought to safety? Just a while ago, she was talking to me about a lot of other wolves that were going to get hurt if I didn't help Miguel subdue his anger and thirst for revenge.

“You’re not poor—why is a teenage girl malnourished? Zinnia never complained, so I thought you just didn’t have time for her. “But now I see you never treated her like a child at all. You didn’t even remember she had a congenital heart condition! “I’m actually glad she’s dead—she’s finally free from you monsters!” Mrs. Wilson grew more and more emotional, her hands trembling as she held the box. “If you don’t want her, I’ll take her!” I looked at Mrs. Wilson, feeling sorry for her anger. I reached out my hand, wanting to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead. Don’t be angry—it’s not worth it. Sylvia appeared behind Mom at some point, speaking softly: “Mrs. Wilson, you don’t understand. My sist

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

"I thought Yvonne married into a wealthy family. Turns out she picked up deadweight." "Serves him right. He's a loser but still acts arrogant. He deserves what he's getting." Every cruel word stabbed into my ears like tiny daggers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point arguing with people who were about to die.

"Millie, I'm trying my best to make up for what I did. Since you're back this time, can you stay? Please?" "No." My indifferent answer drained the remaining color from his face. Perhaps understanding there was too much history between us, the caretaker said nothing more and silently helped the priest transfer my father's ashes back into the porcelain jar. Seeing that I was determined to leave, Derrick suddenly dropped to his knees before me and slapped himself hard across the face twice. "Ever since Dad passed away, I haven't slept peacefully for a single night! Every time I dream about the three of us together, I wake up hating myself so much that I want to die!

Do you really have to push her to death? "You think if she gets married, I'll marry you? "Have you ever thought that maybe the reason I've missed for three years straight is that heaven sees how heartless you are and refuses to let you marry into my family?" I listened quietly as he finished scolding me, then looked straight into his eyes. Word by word, I asked, "Edward, three days from now will be the fourth year of the shooting. Will you hit my handkerchief?" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

“He’s still alive… for now. But you’re not here for him. Not really.” Elira turned slowly, holding something out. A book. Bound in black leather and laced with living veins of gold. The Grimoire of Binding. “The truth of our bloodline is in here. What they stole from us. What you need to see before you judge me.” Elara took it, her fingers tingling the moment she touched it. Visions stabbed through her mind—flashes of queens drowned in fire, children marked by fate, a kingdom cursed by its own magic. And at the center of it all…