Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

Moira belittled her without holding back, and though Levy did not wish to bother with her, she still looked at the woman in front of her and calmly said, “ Are you saying that reading a book is now a liberty that can only be enjoyed by a few? If that's the case then even a beggar is living a wonderful.” Seeing Levy retort, Moira narrowed her eyes as she threw the book on the table before stating, “What's the point of reading a book when your heart is going to remain dark?” She looked down at the title of the book that Levy was reading and couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “ You read a book with such a heavy philosophy but I am afraid that it will help you in no way. To read such a thing you

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

In my third year after joining the werewolf guard, I single-handedly cut off the rogues' supply line during a raid. For my actions, the chairman of the werewolf council awarded me a Silver Moon Insignia and granted me the right to live in a four-bedroom penthouse apartment at Moonshadow Estate. Mom once told me that if we ever moved into a bigger home, she would give me a bedroom that belonged to me alone. On the night all the furniture was moved in, I searched every one of the four bedrooms, but there wasn't the slightest trace of me in any of them. The master bedroom belonged to my parents. My older sister, Kalista, had taken the sunniest south-facing suite. My younger brother, Keane,

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.

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.

He was a Beta so he definitely knew who she was. "I know that book, Miguel. And I know no ordinary wolf can do what your bride did. Honestly Miguel, I think you're being too selfish now. Don't you think so? Not only did you get your very own disciples, but you also kept a hybrid, all to yourself. That's called being selfish Miguel and if there was any habit I loathed, that would be selfishness. You should be punished." He stared at me, maliciousness glistening in his eyes as they glowed orange.

“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.

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.