Harley Quinn Hearts の小説・ストーリー

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

Chapter Sixty Four Marie sits opposite him, her heart twisted into knots she will not untangle. The poor light filters in room after room, casting an almost otherworldly glow on the features of Leo-hard, cold profile softened by the rich amber shades. She draws a slow breath to steady herself. She had always known Leo-untiring and unrelenting, his ruthlessness slicing through people without a second thought. But tonight, she's hoping to see a different side of him.

My hair almost stood up, and my heart beat faster, so I slightly moved my hair and tilted my head so that he could smell my neck. He kissed my neck so I could almost hold him tightly, especially when his hand went up to my chest to massage it. "Oh, Brandon," I almost moaned his name. We were currently warming up when my iPad suddenly beeped, and he stopped kissing me. I looked at the iPad screen, and my eyes almost widened when I saw Addy's name there. Turns out my account is open here on the iPad! From Addy: Good night, Z. I'll see you soon.

Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

Harper smiled, eyes reflecting lantern lights below. “Then maybe we were never enemies,” she whispered. Emery kissed her gently. “Just two hearts learning how to beat in rhythm.”

His brows furrowed slightly, but I continued staring at him as the familiar scent made my heart skip a beat, I breathed in deeply, as I felt Amber, my wolf wiggling her tail in excitement. What is this feeling? The hair on my skin stood erect and my leg wanted to spin towards him, my heart was beating too fast and I tried to act like I didn’t care, knowing he was way out of my league, but I didn’t know when the word came out of my mouth. “Mate!” realizing I was standing in front of my mate and I have control over what I’m feeling right now. He stood up from the bed and walked towards me, his gaze never leaving mine as he approached me, he took my hand in his softly as if trying not to break

Vincent haunted me—even in the sunlight. Nick leaned forward, arms resting on the table. “You’ve been quiet.” “Just soaking it in,” I said softly. He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “You can talk to me, Lisa. About anything. Even if it’s… messy.” I looked down at my drink. “It’s not that simple.” “I know. But I’m still here.” There was something in his voice that made my chest tighten. He really meant it. He wanted to be the one I turned to. But how could I explain that my heart was trapped between gentle warmth and consuming fire? That Vincent’s cruelty lit something inside me I didn’t understand?

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

We screamed simultaneously at what we met inside the box. Who the fuck could send me an animal heart covered in blood with the note “you’re mine” attached to it, I quickly took everything going out of my room and throwing it all inside the fireplace in haste. This is creepy, really creepy, is this person insane??. I can swear my heart was gone there for awhile, they literally stop beating when I saw that. Who the fuck did that. ____________________ Cheryl’s POV The fun at Pops was over and Harley insisted she dropped me off at home, I had no choice than to accept after minutes of persuasion.

"We are here to visit a Sentinel who was burned in a border skirmish." Avery offered a stiff nod. "And you?" Hudson stepped closer, his hand reaching for the scroll peeking out of Avery’s satchel. "What is the healer’s verdict? Show me." Avery stepped back, clutching the satchel to her chest. The scrolls contained the pup’s heartbeat readings. "What are you hiding from your Alpha?" Hudson’s eyes narrowed, his irritation flaring. "Step back, Montgomery," Harper barked, placing herself between them. "You’re prying into a female’s moon-cycles. Have you no shame?"