Hearts Made Of Glass My Mind Of Stone Novels & Stories

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic

Soon another thought clouded her mind with doubts. Give me the sky and I'll paint it blue, Give me the earth and I'll paint it red, I'm the goddess of my own soul, Give me the love and I'll paint you aglow... All Hearts !

My heart felt like glass, splintered but still holding together. For now.

"An opportunity to show pure love and loyalty for a deserving like you. Stopne as bright as glass, promises never to be stained, an opportunity granted is not wasted. You are the moon and stars in the sky when the majestic darkness comes" A big smile painted on my lips as I looked at the glass-like stone that Idris had picked up by the riverside this afternoon while we were taking a walk. It is a different stone compared to others that have color but this is nothing and clean and bright.

At least he could do that. He peered through the large glass pane that was set in the back door before his hand gripped the old-fashioned, brass knob. What he saw had his other hand fisting at his side. Harper and the blond man were locked in an embrace, and a sweet smile played at her mouth. Jealousy spontaneously combusted in his chest before his intellect told him he was being ridiculous. He had no claim over Harper. He'd thought he'd made his peace with that years ago when she never responded to any of his letters. Apparently, a piece of his heart still carried a torch, however, and it was burning like a furnace in his chest. He rubbed at the spot trying to make the sensation go away.

We were led to the shed with glassless windows, as I'd presume. After being left there, we received a warning: if any of us attempted to escape, we would face the same fate as the slaughtered ones. The fear in the remnant's eyes revealed that they were too traumatized by the horror that had occurred back there to even consider escaping. I was more traumatized that I was mated to him. Alpha Gunner, The Stone-Hearted Alpha.

Vivienne stood alone. Her heart pounded. Her hands trembled. But not from fear. From anger. From certainty. She crossed the room slowly. Looked out the window. Darkness stretched beyond the gardens. Isolation. Control. A prison. Vivienne touched the glass. Daniel’s face filled her mind. His voice. His promise. I will find you. She closed her eyes. “Come back to me,” she whispered. Miles away— Daniel stood at the gates of Margaux’s estate.

The things I planned to throw away were the matching couple of mugs, the photos from our overnight shifts together, and the stethoscope he had given me. Only then did I realize something painfully ironic. Every piece of evidence of our love had been bought by me.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "