Novel & Cerita Depraved Heart Book

But maybe I carved that depravity and that was when I knew I was fu*ked up because I liked every bit of it. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

He stared at me like I was something disgusting stuck to the buttom of his shoe. The same man I dragged to safety behind crates. The same man I gave my own blood to keep him alive. The same man I worried about while sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital chair with numb legs and an empty stomach from not eating. Now he stood in front of me, alive—but his heart full of hate. “You,” he said coldly, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Are you really the one they chose to send?”

“ I'm speechless. ” “ You know Mira, sometimes I find myself being jealous of the friendship between Joseph and yourself. It's too beautiful to be true. ” “ You think so? ” “ I don't just think so! I know so! ” “ Ah! But I think our friendship is just like any normal one out there. ” “ It's far from being just normal, girl. ” “ Didn't realize. ” “ Um. Your relationship made me remember a book titled Depressed ; love yourself. How close the female lead was to her brother. They were closer than married couples! ”

I didn't realize your feelings are most precious thing Your heart is most sensitive and essential thing in your body You can't give it to anybody No nobody deserves your true love Nobody deserves your pure heart I will never ever allow any other man to contaminate my soul and heart My self-esteem was brutally killed.I HAYAT AHSAN, who taught other girls not to fall for anything as worthless as boys.I who tell them how much naive they are to trust them ,had fallen into trap. How could I? Was my Imaan that weak? Was I only worthy enough to have a piece of no.How I could abandon my morals?

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: ~Avery: I opened my eyes, my body aching and my spirit broken. Depression gripped me tightly, suffocating any remnants of hope. Nightmares swirled in my mind, replaying the deaths I had caused, tormenting me relentlessly. I struggled to stay awake, but sleep seduced me once more. I’d had depressive episodes before, but this was something else. I was sucked back in to repeat the same cycle over and over.

I am not redeemable. This is why you need to stop reading because I will definitely break your heart and shatter every bit of hope you have for me. But then again I don't care about your feelings. I have never cared for anyone's feelings. I am a self-centered man who only cares for himself and himself alone and in the process, I am about to lose the greatest gift life has ever given to me. Ava Jones. But do I still care? So I am warning you one last time, find something else to read because I will break you and you would curse the day you read this prologue.

"Depraved is honest. Depraved is what happens when you stop pretending to be a saint and start being a man." I closed the distance between us, my hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the frantic, trapped beat of his heart under my palms. "You liked it," I whispered, my lips brushing against his jaw, my tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat on his skin. "You liked screaming my name. You liked feeling me come all over your cock. You liked ruining me."

she screamed at me "He deserved it, he's a fucking player, he impregnated Sophie and dumped her, apparently he also impregnated a girl called Kimberly and dumped her too, he's just using you" "Stop lying to me Jacqueline, you claim Warren to be hot-headed but you're the one who's filled with nothing but bitterness and anger... you have no fucking emotions, Jacqueline, you're cruel and cold-hearted" she cried bitterly. she raised her arm to slap me but Lorenzo held her hand just in time "If you dare to touch her, you won't have any fucking hand" he aggressively threw her hand down I stood there in silence as I watch her sit beside Leonard's dead body crying, I never thought about Melinda's fe

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"