He Ate My Heart Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

He screamed desperately as he launched his sure and solid attack, but I was faster and get in front of him in a blink and snatched his heart out of his chest. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have played with food, that’s bad,” I said before he dropped dead. I looked around and it was a mess. I smiled at everyone; it was their first time to see me that brutal. “I hate it when someone tries to piss me off.”

Suddenly it was something tempting me. I pulled my hands towards my mouth and started licking his blood off of my hands. It was the blood of the very person I loved more than myself and more than anyone I had ever loved in the entire world. It was my father's blood. And I was devouring it as if it was melted chocolate. The next moment, I saw his heart hanging with my neck. I grabbed the heart and licked it. I licked my lips and gulped hard. I could feel something inside my stomach. It was hunger. I opened my mouth and stuffed my father's heart inside my mouth. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----

“Is that… are you…?” He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form words. Could only stand there in his beast form, watching her approach with the kind of directness that suggested she was either incredibly brave or completely broken. She reached out a hand small, pale, fragile and touched the dark fur of his chest. “Your heart,” she whispered. “It’s burning.” She could feel it. Through the fur, through the muscle and bone, she could feel the curse eating him alive. The Aethel-Stone in her chest was recognizing the dying heart in his, and something was happening at a level neither of them fully understood.

And they were better looking than Ivaan's. I felt a strange stirring in my chest as I stared at the pancake. She cares. I took the first pancake to find the second one winking at me. I chuckled and unlayered the kissing one. Her every pancake had different emojis on it. The last one though made my heart pump like crazy. A simple heart was carved in the center of it. I ate all the pancakes except for the heart one. Once finished, I picked the last piece and caught a paper resting underneath it.

he demanded. "Nothing." "Don't lie. I clearly heard you call me a dog! How incredibly impolite, Elea!" "That's because you insulted my voice!" "Your voice is the absolute worst. What, did you expect a standing ovation? Hmph! I'm hungry now. Prepare my food!" "Food? What kind of food?" I asked, a bit worried. "A heart. Find me a fresh heart!" he replied. "Oh, no! I already told you, I'm not killing anyone for your dinner!"

The next day, Diana and Ezekiel both sat facing each other and eating breakfast. While Diana completely ignored him, Ezekiel couldn't keep his eyes off her. Each time, remembering the cruel trick she had pulled off on him the last night. He suddenly lost his appetite and slammed his fork on the table then wore his jacket and hurried out. He got into his car without saying a word except telling his driver take him to work.

He then looked at Heart’s face who was watching his reaction. “Can I eat them now? Eat me too, okay?” Cullen said hungrily. Heart nodded while their eyes were locked to one another. “Yes, you may, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart allowed him to do so. She leaned closer and Cullen started eating them so fast and aggressively.

Asher nods. “Are you okay?” He questions with his eyes devouring themselves. I use the back of my hand to wipe off the sweat on my face. “Ye.. yes” I stutter and sigh. He takes a step forward and gapes. “What is it?” He seats his right hand on my left shoulder and inquired serenely. I look at his hand and then back at him. “The heart eater..” I spit. “What?” He snaps and looks at the second person beside him frantically. “What did he do to you?” he questions and places his hand on my face mildly. I look at him in shock. I love it…

He asked and my heartbeat accelerated as I slowly shook my head, knowing my eyes were blown out right now. “I’m gonna eat you out right now.”