He Ate My Heart Novels & Stories

“Now sit. Before the food gets cold.” He obeyed with a small smile, pulling out the chair and sitting down. As she served him, he watched her…his heart full, but heavy. He loved her. With everything in him. And that kiss with June? It didn’t mean anything. But the guilt? It was already eating him alive.

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

" I blocked her to the back of my mind. I rubbed my face with my palm. My goodness, what I'm going to do now is not. I can't have other heartbreaks. Now we're bonded. The pain will double when he rejects me for the second time. The door's unlocking interrupted my train of thoughts. Emilio shows up with a tray of food in his hand. It looks delicious, the divine smell of coffee and pancakes hit my nostrils, reminds me how hungry I am, but I won't boost his ego by eating it. “ Please eat , you need food , you. You lost so much energy from passing out, plus you're hungry. “

I felt happy. “I wasn’t sure what you needed but I got some burgers, soda, fries and pizza.” He said as he set the bag on the table. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I was not a man but I was beginning to feel that was the way to my heart. It felt good having someone to be there for me during a hard time. It had been so long since I had that. “A man after my own heart,” I joked. “When I want something, I don’t leave anything to chance.”

I rested my hands on my hips. "They are just cup cakes." He smiled, making me to snatch it from him. "Cupcakes are not good for a person that just had a heart attack," I said in a duh tone. "It helps," He said. "Helps to kill you huh?" I tilted my head to one side. "I just had a heart attack and it's not like I'm dying." He raised his Hands to demonstrate. "How did this even get in here?" I asked. "Just let me finish it." He whined.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

I did this to him. Emotions crashed down on Vastria. Her heart beating fast as if it wanted to leap out of her chest. Her breathing became harsh as she tried to take in air. She can still taste the blood in her mouth. She could not take it. She had done something she could not understand she could do, just like the other incidents, but this time she ate a demon’s heart.

His touch was warm and steady, grounding me even though my mind was a page erased clean. “Who are you?” I breathed. He held my hand against his heart. “I am Charles,” he said softly. “And I am the man you once loved enough to save.” My own heart fluttered. Not memory. Something deeper. Something older than thought. He smiled a little, voice breaking in the softest way. “And this time, I will be the one chasing you.” I stared into his eyes and felt something shift within me. A pull. A spark. A thread that darkness could not kill. I did not remember him. But my soul did.

Alpha Galan bent down and raised Alice's lifeless body with his hands and feasted on her neck. "Theia, he'll come after you. Leave that place, immediately." Marcus yelled. I paid a deaf ear to what Marcus said. My knees weakened, the handsome-looking man I know has turned into a terrifying-looking beast. He dug his claws into Alice's chest and brought out her heart. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, seeing a human's heart for the first time. To crown it all, he ate her heart, feasted on her liver, and stood up from the pool of blood that filled the ground.

The thought sends a strange warmth through my chest. I don't think about it. I didn't have breakfast and I missed lunch. After everything we did I’m actually starving. I grab a few strawberries, a sealed yogurt and a croissant wrapped in a napkin. I hurry out the door. My heart pounding. My cheeks still hot with the memory of his voice calling me cuore mio. This can’t be real. It can’t last. But God help me... I already want more.