Novel & Cerita Hearts With Thorns

With tears in her eyes, she listened. To every moan. Every cry. Every thrust. And her heart shattered piece by piece...

Every creak of the old floorboards beneath her felt like a scream. “He didn’t leave,” Cass said under her breath. “Men like that don’t vanish.” “No,” Leo agreed. “They reposition.” The sound came then—barely audible, but unmistakable. A scrape against metal. A subtle weight against the fire escape outside. Cass’s pulse spiked. She grabbed the nearest blade from her desk drawer, cold steel anchoring her as adrenaline surged. Leo’s eyes found hers in the gloom, wordless agreement passing between them. The lock on the window rattled.

“Don’t trust him. If you bind yourself to that tether, it won’t let go.” The flame in my chest flared, pressing hard against the cage of my ribs. I could feel Thorne’s heartbeat matching mine, not through touch but through something deeper. My wolf whimpered low inside me, caught between comfort and fear, love and betrayal. My vision blurred as the room pulsed with firelight and shadow, the glyph’s glow sharpening the choice I couldn’t escape.

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.

"I'm not here to fight you, Thorn. I'm here because Alessia's running out of time." Romeo narrowed his eyes. "You're supposed to be in a coma." "Was," Lorenzo said simply. "Until the Heart woke. It called to everyone who's ever touched its blood. I heard her scream, and I woke up." Daisy stepped forward, her instincts torn between disbelief and the cold truth in his eyes. "What do you mean, running out of time?" He looked past them, toward the direction of the vault. "Because once the Heart completes its fusion, Alessia won't just be the vessel. She'll be its queen."

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Bile rises in my throat, knowing that I will have to choose. Dax’s fingers hover inches from the glowing red petals. If he touches it, it’s over. None of us will make it out of here if Dax is the one to grab the bloom. The garden begins trembling violently, vines rattling in anticipation. It not only wants blood, but it also wants a victor. Therin’s face contorts in pain as another thorn buries itself into his side. He gasps, jaw clenched so tightly his teeth grind.

I close my eyes, fighting the urge to break his balls, which, in my opinion, will be weak due to his age. The priestess of the moon goddess is about to begin the joining ceremony when the hall door is forced open. All our heads snap to the door, and the halls go pin-drop silent as though we all know a drama is about to ensue. Confidently strolling into the hall like he owns the place and looking dashingly good is Thorne. My heart skips a beat Why is he here? As though he can read our thoughts, he says just three words. "She is mine.”

Thorne grunted as he pressed his fire into the shield causing it to instantly shatter, "I heal fast, though. She's going to have to do a lot more than shoot spikes made of water and wood at me to do actual damage." Julian and I stepped forward, each of us grabbing the bars of the cage and yanking until we heard a clang. The gate easily tore off its hinges and we tossed it aside. Thorne entered the cage first, throwing small balls of hellfire along the circumference to burn through the shadows and grant us light. "Baby..." The word left him in a weak voice that cracked with emotion. Thorne rushed toward the woman he loved, scooping her into his arms, "you're going to be okay," he assured with

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.