He Ate My Heart Novels & Stories

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

"Thank you. I hope you learn to cherish people too." Outside, Ethan's car was parked by the curb. When he saw me, he opened the door and naturally took the bag from my hand. "Tired?" he asked. "A little." "Then let's eat. I booked that Italian place you like." I smiled and slid into the car. As we drove through New York, I glanced back once. Luca still stood at the building entrance, holding the invitation, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun, but I would never stop for him again.

“This is going to be different than anything you have felt so far. I need you to trust me and eat this.” Jackie was slightly disgusted by eating a raw heart, but was quickly swayed by the excruciating pain and the way they were looking at her. So trusting him, she took the heart and bit into it. There was an explosion of sensations that burst through her. She almost convulsed, but the tensing of her muscles and the animalistic reaction to the heart held it back. She devoured the heart before her own actions could repulse her. She felt like the air was made of static electricity, the fur on her body stood up, and she almost purred.

He moaned in ecstasy as the flavors hit. He ate like a kid—yum yum. Leonard watched him, like a lecturer studying his favorite student. Something rare happened. Leonard’s lips curved into a genuine smile. TO BE CONTINUED...

He grinned and continued to enjoy his food, gradually letting go of his frustration, which he had been ignoring and dismissing all this time, just as Diana did. He was enjoying his food, looking around the place when he saw Heart walking. She was walking on the side of the restaurant, in the smoking area of the place. It was an elevated sidewalk. She seemed to be in a hurry, so he followed her gaze. He grabbed his coffee and took a sip. Just her butt alone, and he was full. He didn’t know why she had such a strong effect on him, and her butt was his favorite part of her body. Heart:

Edmund's colleague seemed to understand the gesture I was showing. "No one can torture you, except me!" Edmund whispered, making the clear liquid that passed down my throat taste like glass, sharp and piercing. I just gripped the rim of the glass. _____________________ I pulled the food, fancy steak pieces topped with rosemary, and grilled asparagus. I dipped in the sauce while enjoying the food with a broken heart. For me, the heart can be broken, but the food is still the main thing. I took a sip of wine and looked down through the window. After this, I want to sleep, if I may sleep forever.

His eyes stayed locked on his plate, as if I wasn’t even there. Still, I walked over and took the seat beside him. When I reached out to touch his arm, he flinched like I’d burned him. Then, finally, he looked at me. His eyes met mine, sharp and cold. “Would you let me eat in peace,” he said, voice tight, “or should I leave the table for you?" I drew my hand back quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “No… It’s fine.” I sat across from him, trying not to let my emotions show.

I suggested. Her face brightened a little. "What are you going to make?" I smiled, feeling a bit of warmth return to my heart. "How about an omelet with a ketchup heart on top?" She nodded eagerly, and I went to the kitchen, trying to focus on the simple task of cooking. I made the omelet, carefully drawing a ketchup heart on top, just like my mum used to. When I brought it to her, her eyes lit up, and she ate it with a small smile. It was a moment of normalcy, a small comfort in a world that felt so upside down.

The voice of the news anchor gradually became audible. "... seems the heartthrob of New York has found love in the eyes of this beautiful blonde as both of them were seen having a romantic dinner at Paragon Dining last night. The entire New York City is wondering if this blonde beauty is the same woman he was seen kissing a few weeks ago. Pictures of this perfect couple has broken the hearts of all the ladies and they..." Camilla couldn't listen anymore. She turned away, feeling like hell. Derek would be furious. This was what he always tried to avoid. Why couldn't people just mind their business?

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”