Heartless By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

One heart. The more you resist… the deeper I root. I feel its cold fingers stroking the new third thread between us. Not just watching. Testing. Probing. Searching for cracks. And when Cain looks at me, eyes blown wide with horror and love tangled together, I feel his emotion inside my bones. His guilt. His terror. His desperate wish to take this pain onto himself. His heart would be breaking— if he still had one. But it’s mine now. Cain — When Her Pain Hits Me First

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.

she screamed at me "He deserved it, he's a fucking player, he impregnated Sophie and dumped her, apparently he also impregnated a girl called Kimberly and dumped her too, he's just using you" "Stop lying to me Jacqueline, you claim Warren to be hot-headed but you're the one who's filled with nothing but bitterness and anger... you have no fucking emotions, Jacqueline, you're cruel and cold-hearted" she cried bitterly. she raised her arm to slap me but Lorenzo held her hand just in time "If you dare to touch her, you won't have any fucking hand" he aggressively threw her hand down I stood there in silence as I watch her sit beside Leonard's dead body crying, I never thought about Melinda's fe

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

Marissa stepped inside, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited her. As Marissa climbed the stairs, her heart felt heavier with each step, a sinking feeling gnawing at her stomach. When she entered the bedroom, her worst fears came true: Efrain and Diana were entwined beneath the blanket, their naked bodies close in sleep. Her heart seemed to stop, each beat was a painful echo of the sight before her. Her heart hammered against her ribcage. Why? Why was this happening? The pounding of her heartbeat drowned out all other sounds, the depth of her feelings threatening to consume her.

Mahira escaped easy, her legs felt like they would give up on life any moment now, she just wanted to find a quiet corner and relax from all this chaos , the air in this room felt like it was filled with dirty thoughts of dirty minds, and she so hated this. No sooner had she taken a few steps when another hand popped out in front of her, blocking her way. Show me how much can you stand, seeing your love being shredded, someday you will fall... All Hearts !!

She reached up, her small hand resting flat over my heart, feeling the heavy, rapid thud pounding against my ribs. "Your heart is beating really fast, Xavier," she whispered, a small, knowing smirk touching her lips. "Because you are standing in front of me," I admitted without a single shred of hesitation. Marissa went quiet, her expression softening into something deep, genuine, and intensely vulnerable. For a moment, the sharp, defensive walls she kept built up against the world completely crumbled. She leaned into my hand, her eyes searching mine as if trying to read every secret buried in my soul.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

The beat of my heart intensified, speeding up under the gentle palm. What if I can't fight the beast? - I'll kill you. He smiled sadly, the words hurt more than any of the sharpest knives. You can't live with guilt. – added girl. Melissa came into my life quite recently, and she understands better than anyone else. - Thank you! She removed her hand from her chest, but I caught it. The girl raised her amazing eyes to me again. He brought his long fingers to his lips and kissed him gently. Melissa's pulse skyrocketed.

He walked toward the First Heart. She laughed. You still don't understand. Kael stopped. You need me. The First Heart's smile vanished. What? You've been using my memories. Kael's eyes turned black. You've been feeding on my guilt. The First Heart stepped backward. No. You need my hatred. Kael's darkness began spreading across the sky. But I don't hate you. The First Heart's face twisted. Then what do you feel? Kael looked at Lyra. Regret.