Glass Hearts Novels & Stories

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

When a gentle person got angry, it was the most terrifying thing. "She's been dealing with you for so many years. As a person, the one thing you should never betray is a sincere heart. I hope you two part ways peacefully. If I ever see you hit her again, I won't be so kind! And no matter how bad she is, a rotten person like you has no right to talk about her like that." Watching me in stunned silence, Jessica slowly rose and reached out to me. But just before her hand could touch mine, I stepped back.

She doesn’t even give a second consideration to Miles, her lovely brother, when it comes to the game, I notice Miles is also the same. He becomes ruthless in the blink of an eye and fights as if it’s about his life. I am spellbound watching them this way. If it isn’t a game, I would have never known about this brutal side of Inessa. I mean, this girl is too sweet for everyone. Palpably, there is some way where she vents her anger outwardly. This is her way. “Thank you for the day,” Hazel whispers. Her voice is so low that I almost missed it if I am not standing close to her. I smile, knowing it’s difficult for her to confess something like this to me.

Her voice was hoarse, desire surging in her eyes like it might swallow me whole. When I didn’t answer, she stepped closer, aggressive, wrapping her arms around me. Her body heat seeped through the thin fabric between us, almost burning. Instinctively, I tried to pull back, but she tightened her grip, locking me in place. For a moment, everything went silent. Only the sound of summer cicadas filled the air. I glanced down unintentionally and saw that her ears were flushed red. I wrapped my arms around her, my hand resting on her slender waist, and answered softly, "Sure."

He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass "Zaylee" his voice broke down and he fell unconscious. "Is he still alive?!" The doctor nodded. "Where was his wife? Those glasses could have seriously injured him" Armani stared at the doctor "His wife is dead" The doctor blinked repeatedly before shaking his head his despair. He left the two alone. "What do you mean!" Dex yelled at Armani trying to stand up "You killed your wife Dex" Dex glared at Armani "Armani where is she?!" he yelled getting hold of Armani

Giving me a glass of water she asked, "So will you do it?" I gulped the water down my throat and nodded a yes as a response to her question. She smiled and said, " let me call Sir now.".She left the room and I was there all alone with no confidence at all. I wished it all to be a nightmare. I wished someone to wake me up and tell me everything that happened was nothing but just a nightmare. I was trying to control my tears when I got a text. It was from an unknown number.

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

START LONG, DELICATE fingers caressed the stem of a wineglass, trailing upward to catch the small beads of the condensation on the glass. A pair of violet eyes stared at her from across the table. The owner of that eyes is surely intimidating. She knew what the woman's doing.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

My mind and my heart were confused. My mouth was saying something different while my mind and my heart were not corresponding with what my mouth was saying. “I am not a gold-digger, ma.” You dare talk back at me? You brat, I will make sure I deal with you in this city.” The only thing I could do at that point was allow tears to roll down my eyes so I could not talk further.