Heart Wrenching Romance Novels & Stories

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

Every woman wants to chase him, but his heart is being guarded with walls of ice that never seems to come down. Scarlett Miller, a business administration student; with the spice of fashion designing truly angelic, her eyes filled with love, kindness, and anything but hatred. Every man is ready to chase her yet her heart remains untouched free for anyone to steal, but she has yet to come across the thief that claims it as his possession. Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love?

He blocked himself, covering her body from his. A loud crashing was heard. Danielle and Anthony was under the pile of woods. Under the rumbles, Danielle turned to face him. Her body was lying on the ground. She touched his face and her heart was breaking as she looked at him struggling to keep them alive. “ Honey, I'm sorry! I love you!” Danielle cried silently. Her tears fell from her cheeks. “ It's okay, my love. I'm here. I love you more!” Anthony was pushing himself up while they were stocked inside the rumbles.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I whimpered into the kiss, grinding against him. He cursed low and dark. “God, you drive me insane.” Roman carried me to the bed, laying me down with a kind of reverence that didn’t match how brutally he was kissing me. His hand grabbed my thighs, spreading me open. Then his mouth was everywhere—my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He tugged my shirt off, kissed my breasts like they were something holy, something lost and found again. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, lips brushing my skin. “I’ve never wanted to hurt you. Never.”

His eyes bore into hers, and for one dizzying moment, she felt as though he could read her thoughts. “You keep pretending I’m the only one playing with fire,” he whispered. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lifted her wrist to his lips. And kissed it. Not forcefully. Not mockingly. But tenderly. Her entire body went hot. Her heart thundered. She ripped her hand back as though burned, stumbling a step away before fleeing into the house. But the damage was already done. Something inside her had cracked. And no matter how tightly she tried to hold herself together, Caroline Hart knew she was already unraveling.

Walker’s heart almost burst out of his chest—it was so painfully obvious now. He was madly in love with Roxie Renee Reynolds.

Maybe she could protect the man she loved by sacrificing her own heart. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sank to the floor, the photograph trembling in her grip. Amara Hayes was in love with Dante Romano. And she was about to break both their hearts.

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.