Heart Rhymes Novels & Stories

"I came to ask for Moonroot. A single leaf. My companion's mother is dying. The Moonroot can save her." Ragnar stared at him for a long moment. Then he threw his head back and laughed. It was a booming sound, loud enough to echo off the stone walls, loud enough to make the torches flicker. The other wolves joined in, their laughter filling the chamber with a wild, mocking energy. "A vampire in love," Ragnar said when he finally stopped laughing. "A vampire who risks his life for a human woman. I have heard many things in my centuries of life, but this is new. This is a joke."

Some nights are nicer than others. I round the corner and there she is—the little redhead—naked with her arms stretched over her head. The vampire demonstrates some sort of rope bondage thing, using the redhead sub as his model. Her white robe pooled at her feet, she obeys with a calm, almost blissed out expression. There’s a smattering of freckles on her arms and shoulders. Her chest rises and falls with deep even breaths as the rope constricts her chest. Her eyelashes flutter. The vampire finishes the demonstration and unties the girl, directing her to put away the rope and sending her off with a smack on her ass. A growl lodges in my throat. Fuck, I’ve been standing here staring for far t

She didn’t feel anything as he played with her fingers gently. “See, I told you.” She said as she waved her hand around and looked at him. Though as her hand moved, her eye was caught by the shine that was there on her hand, and then she looked down at her hand. She looked closely at it and then back up to him. “How?” “Just then.” He said with a smile. “Garett.” She said softly. “Sara, it is a promise ring of sorts.” He said, and she looked up to his face and got lost in his eyes. “I promise to try to be the man that you need right now.”

“The sound of your heart is like music to my ears” Present Day Twenty-Second of December, New York City TYLER As I made my way through the crowd, the dazzling lights of Times Square illuminated the late afternoon sky, creating a sense of vibrant energy that electrified the atmosphere. The sound of laughter, chatter, and street performances filled the air, transforming the hectic scene into a symphony of urban life.

A sudden storm, violent and unrelenting, slammed against the mansion windows. Wind howled. Rain hammered. Lights flickered. New York storms were dramatic, but this one felt personal, as if the weather itself had swallowed the chaos she felt inside and decided to mirror it. She pushed open the bedroom door, and stopped cold. Damian stood by the window, rainlight casting his silhouette in sharp lines. His shirt was still undone at the collar from earlier. His fists were clenched, shoulders stiff, expression unreadable. He had been waiting. Her pulse stuttered.

Phone still in her hand. Useless. Still no signal. The footsteps stopped. Right outside the door. Silence followed. Heavy. Pressing. Then— A knock. Not aggressive. Not rushed. Just one. Clean. Controlled. Keisha didn’t move. Another knock. Same rhythm. Same patience. A voice followed. Calm. Familiar in a way that made her stomach drop. “Keisha.” Her name. Not shouted. Not forced. Just said like it belonged in that moment. Her grip tightened on the phone.

My heart is restless My eyes are looking at the path My heart is restless My eyes are looking at the path My life is a chaos There is no tune nor rhythm Please come my beloved Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm My heart is restless My eyes are looking at the path My life is a chaos There is no tune nor rhythm Please come my beloved Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my There is no tune nor rhythm Please come my beloved Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm with my rhythm Harmonize your rhythm wi

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

he greets, ears turning bright red. I awkwardly shift my feet, “Hello” I say, and another guy enters the room with two drinks in hand. He stops momentarily at the sight of me and slightly bows, “Hello,” he greets. Are they Hiro’s bandmates? Seon too? Damn. I’m starting to think I might regret accepting Hiro’s proposal. Finally, Hiro emerges and there I could feel my lungs working fine again. His lips curved into a grin when he saw me and opened his arms for a hug from the door.

group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper Author DangerBeanz Fan Page I apologize for the horrible rhyme Roses are red and I love cheese curds It wont let me post without 100 words.