Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

"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.

“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…

"I am an heiress from the wealthiest family in the world. Why would I want to mingle with someone as lowly as you, who came from a puny little family? Who did you think you were?" Then, I continued mocking him. "Still, I'll admit that I'd made a huge mistake in the past. I'd fallen in love with a selfish, greedy bastard in the past. However, he taught me how to pick myself up and find my will to live again. He made me realize that love is nothing but a useless concept for delusional people." Oscar's egoistic face fell when he saw how cold I was with him. Still, he didn't want to give up and tightly held onto my hand. "Aurora, the person I love is you. Don't be so heartless.

I walked towards him with a heavy heart while he kept staring me with a flat face. “I have always adored and respected you but today I understood that all glitters are not gold. You filthy businessmen can only play with the feelings and emotions of a person. For you everything in your life is nothing but a DEAL!“, I yelled with tears streaming down my face and stormed off the conference hall without sparing a single glance at that beast. But I could feel his eyes boring holes in my body from behind. ~~~❤~~~ End of twelfth chapter. Thank you guys. Do vote for my book and leave comments 🥰 and also follow me for updates. I will update the next chapter by tomorrow so till then....

I wanted him to get to the point, and tell me the cold hard truth about exactly what was happening to my boyfriend, and thankfully he did, and I appreciated it a lot, but my heart didn't one bit "Like the clue you might already have, Elias has a case of depression" As if someone threw a stone to my heart, he dropped the banger to me, and even though he was right and I kinda like already figured out he was depressed, still actually hearing the words out pierced through my heart like a three edged sword, and made me swallow hard, but still I didn't interrupt the doctor, No....I didn't want him to pity me and stop talking, so I just kept on dying a silent painful death inside, as he continued t

Suddenly, a breeze started to blow, making it possible for the curtains to blow, highlighting its beauty, and revealing the chamber's elegant structures. While the breeze was busy blowing, Mr.Jeremiah opened a certain drawer and picked one of his favorite pistols. He looked at it and smiled. As he was smiling, tears were falling from his eyes. He immediately went into some scenes of deep thought, where he was trying to remember all those whom he had used the guns on. Looking at his most cherished pistol, a tale of memories filled his thoughts. He imagined how time had suddenly passed by, all this while. The gun he was holding and admiring, served as a symbol of his brutal attitude and mind.

"I'm a monster? The real monster is Andy! "I only wanted him to kneel before me and apologize, but he wouldn't show himself, no matter what! "He's the one who killed your wife! He's the one who killed that little wretch!" Every word she spoke carried bone-deep hatred toward me. I collapsed to my knees, my entire body shaking. Yes. It was all my fault. I was wrong to love Winnie. I was wrong to donate my heart to her. If I had never given her my heart, if I had not staged that cruel performance just to make her forget me..,

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

“You call this luck? To be bound in chains, to be displayed like an object, to lie on this bed as if comfort could erase humiliation?” Their faces hardened, but I didn’t stop. My voice rose, every word slicing through the air. “Listen to me, pests. I cannot be bought. I will never be bought. You dare say I… a god, am lucky to be sold for two hundred million? That price cannot even scrape the edge of my worth. Not in this world. Not in any world.” The walls seemed to vibrate with the force of my words, and I could see their mortal expressions flicker with something between fear and annoyance. But I didn’t care.

The fucker made sure to keep Grim Reaper in a pause while he took his time with his victim. Just how? How did beautiful souls like them become so wretched? So wasted that they lost all their humanity? I had always refused to believe that there was no redemption for all of them. I deceived myself into thinking that deep down in their cold ribcages, somewhere in the deepest levels of their beings, they still have hearts, even though they tugged them away to avoid feeling, or getting hurt. Oh, how wrong I was. They were like this. It was who they are. They were malicious, merciless, and could kill someone like swatting a fly.