Hearts Vex Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The guys I borrowed from.” My heart dropped. I knew that Victor had taken out a loan. It was about a year ago, when his mother was terribly ill. The loan sharks in our area were known to be very dangerous– especially when their money wasn’t returned on time. I never wanted him to go that far, but it wasn’t like I had five thousand dollars laying around to give him for his mother’s surgery. He didn’t have a choice. And to think that she had ended up dying anyways was just cruel.

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

But as another shared, shattering orgasm tore through their connected bodies, Jenna couldn’t stop the terrifying question burning in her mind: How long could five hearts beat together before Vesper Kane finally learned the exact frequency needed to make them break apart forever? The red gems continued to pulse brighter and brighter as the jet carried them deeper into the night, straight toward the heart of the Syndicate’s true power.

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

My eyes keep moving to the door, and then back to my laptop screen. Should I text Tripp and inform him about what's going on? My heart jumps out of my chest when I hear the door open. My eyes slowly shift to the glassed door. I set my eyes on a familiar face. "Hey," ~~~~

I was holding my stomach when I felt a slight pain. I was holding my stomach when I felt a sharp pain. "Oh my gosh! Who's that girl?!" Lexy exclaimed, her surprise evident. My heart raced as I saw a woman approaching Brandon. She placed her hand on his shoulder, standing uncomfortably close to him. My pulse quickened as I watched Brandon seemingly entranced, allowing her to touch his chest. My body started to shake, and tears began to fall, especially when the woman leaned in closer to him. My eyes widened, and I instinctively turned away.

Felix felt his heart beating so fast that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He walked back to his security room and standing by the bed. His hand on his chest. What is happening!??

“You know what happens to people who talk too much about the Morgans.” Dr. Felix sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know. But it’s just… wrong, Vera. We’re supposed to heal people, not cage them in their own bodies for someone else’s manipulation. That girl…Hearty—she didn’t deserve this. And for what? To play some emotional game with Mellisa?”

Every werewolf does the same as me, all of us struggling to breathe, holding where our hearts reside. Then slowly, one by one, the vampires all fall and clutch their chests too. The itches in the back cry out, pounding their chests as they stare behind me, their eyes wide and in shock when a ripple of life jolts through me. The feeling of a breaking heart wracking through me, almost as if I were a parent disappointed in my children who had gone too far and broken my heart.