Heartless Marissa Meyer Summary Novels & Stories

But it seemed to have no effect on the heartless man who had decided already to leave her with scars. "Give it to me, kitten. I will make you feel like he has never done so." His breaths against her neck were like thorns piercing into her skin. "Tell me that you are enjoying it." He demanded. "Tell me that I make you feel better than he does." It was then that Ayla realized that he was too lost in his twisted, sick mind to stop now. She could only pray to the heavens up above and to whatever God who was listening to her to make it all stop.

“Because I can, Angel…and I want you to suffer. I want you to see in your own eyes, how your family will be homeless and go to the street. Trust me, Angel, I mean every single word. I will make sure they won’t get any place to live.” How can be a person so heartless? He took my virginity which I kept safe for the future love of my life and sent me to jail for his sins and now he’s after my family to make them suffer. How could he? This monster is far more dangerous than what I had expected.” I gazed at his eyes. His face was blurred due to the tears grazing my eyes. But I saw his dark cold eyes which have the kind of power to give chills to my spin.

could start the car, I heard Maryland and Maritess knocking on the window and when I opened it, they handed me a lunch box. It seemed like they were running and hurrying because they were out of breath. "Thank you so much, Maryland and Maritess," I said wholeheartedly after I got the lunch box from them and before I could close the window, I don't know why I just suddenly looked up at the rooftop when I felt like someone was watching at me and from there, I saw Stefano looking at me seriously while his hands were in both of his front pockets. My heart beat faster as our eyes met, so I quickly closed the window.

I had missed all the good experiences. A lifetime dedicated to Karila Aistarabaw I. Frustration ripped even more when he remembered the impeccable projection that the director of the CIA had given him, Mahara or Lauren wouldn't get hurt, they knew they wouldn't. It was so simple to get Karila into a helicopter, leave both women at the mansion so nothing happens and let the simple aftermath of the photograph delivered move the actions. Mahara died from a beam of complete inattention. I couldn't accept that fact as I crossed my arms nervously and looked at the closed door. Her body froze, completely focused in pure concentration as she heard nothing in the environment, the complete silence ref

My heart was beating fast as the conversation was getting to the level I had been waiting for it to get to. “Tristan Don’t start your mind games with me because I’m not interested. I just want you to know that I’m never going to accept her; you will have to end whatever stupid marriage you have with her. If you respect me as your sister, you will do as I have said.” My heart was beating faster than normal when I heard what Marissa said to Tristan over the phone. I was slowly growing feelings for Tristan, so hearing her say such a thing was heartbreaking for me. I really wanted to know why she hated me so much and why she has refused to accept me. While I was married to Andrew, I did everythi

NO MORE". She screams She moves faster than I think possible, placing her hand between Aretha's eyes. A wave of magic rips away from Aretha as she screams in agony. Darkness peels back like rotten skin and Marissa faints. I stand, knife still in my fist, gasping hard. She blinks, gasps and then screams holding her head with her two hands. "What… what did I—what did I DO?" she wails retreating from the blood beneath her. I step forward, unsure what to feel anger, sadness, or fear?

His eyes raked over me, disgust curling his lip. The word omega sliced deeper than any blade. I staggered back, my hand clutching the couch for balance. “We were chosen,” I whispered. “The bond—” “The bond means nothing.” His voice was final, sharp. “I won’t chain myself to a burden. I need someone strong, someone who matches me. Not you.” Marissa turned, smugness in her eyes as she set down the spoon and left without another word. My world blurred through tears. “After everything I’ve done for you… not enough?”

I did care what he thought and that made me sick. I knew he wasn’t a good person, I knew the truly awful things he did. But he gave me his whole heart, all the best everything. I knew he did love me but he was just a sick asshole. I finally pressed send. RING RING RING “Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice answering…” the recording said. BEEP “Marissa, it's me. This is a good number to call me on, it's my mate’s. Please … please call me back, I miss you terribly,” I said, and quickly hung up.

“She’s mine, and you’ll never take her from me.” Marissa laughs, a cold, sharp sound that cuts through the air. “Don’t make me laugh, Katya. You’re nothing. Just a placeholder for what should’ve been. A failure.” Her words pierce me, but I don’t falter. “You’re wrong,” I say quietly, meeting her gaze. “And you’ll never hurt her. Not while I’m breathing.” Marissa’s face twists with rage, and she takes a step closer. “Then maybe I’ll just stop your breathing.”

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.