Hearts With Thorns Novels & Stories

He took something out of her pocket and seemed to strike me in the stomach. I couldn't speak when we both looked at each other until I started to feel a profound throbbing in my stomach, and it was hot. "I won't let you be happy!" she said. George's eyes flickered, and I just realized that she had stabbed me when she pulled out the sharp object to me. "Z!" I heard Brandon's voice, and I was about to kneel when George let go of me. "Papa!" I looked in the direction of Sky and Brandon. As Sky ran to Brandon, George grabbed her gun. In my fear of what she could do, I forced myself to get up and run to block my body. I would rather die and lose, not just them.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

My chest burned with frustration, and the pain in my heart reminded me of how much I truly cared. The cool night air slapped me as I stepped out of the grand hall, the distant hum of the city was a comforting sound. Lights twinkled on the horizon, their glow failing to quiet the storm in my mind. Behind me, I heard footsteps, I turned half-expecting Aiden. Instead, came the tall frame of Daymon. “Rough night?" His voice was calm, his presence somehow calming. "You could say that," I said, my eyes falling to the floor as I leaned back against the wall.

Feelings that I believed I had buried long ago were rising to the surface, resurfacing against my will. Those thoughts of her, the memory of those lips and that beautiful face I had struggled to suppress, now stood before me, demanding attention. Emotions I had striven to distance myself from, in my pursuit of reaching my present state, were clawing their way back into my consciousness. The formidable walls I had painstakingly constructed around my heart, in the wake of discovering she had used me as a means to move on from Richard, were now buckling and crumbling, revealing my heart to her all over again.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

Never wanting to remember how she modelled for someone else’s wedding wear The threads of my dream were of silk and satin, Then why did it prick my heart like a thorn.. All Hearts !!

As soon as Donald spat out that particular last name, he picked up the teacup from the table and took a huge gulp from it. "The Thorns?" Tyler narrowed his eyes slightly. "You're… talking about the Thorns? As in one of the Four Powerhouses in Jetterpolis?" "Of course. Is there any other family bearing that last name which is capable of fighting against the Hawkes on the same level?" "The Thorns and the Hawkes have kept to their own lanes for many years now. Why would the Thorns help me out?" Tyler asked gruffly. He sounded quite wary. The Thorns had always kept a low profile, but their methods were very brutal and ruthless. One could never predict their next move.

This is the second time I'm getting thoroughly embarrassed today and my heart is beginning to feel sore. But wait a minute, how the hell did a red lacy thong get in my box? I don't even wear thongs so how did it get to my box? Oh my goodness! Harriet. The dots began connecting themselves. That witch I call a best friend did this and she will be getting thoroughly dealt with when I get home. ____ I kept grunting as I adjusted the black fitted dress with crystal-like embroidery on it. It is long just like a dinner gown but completely backless, revealing my skin. Too much skin if you ask me.

" Rachel fired. This is not the first time Dante is hearing this but it breaks his heart every single time. "Rachel... "You know what, I don't understand why you're always in my business. Just go! Fucking leave! Go back to the gutter where mum picked you from!" "Rachel!" Rachel slammed the door at Dante's face. Dante stood rooted on a spot, speechless. "Dante, are you okay?" Despite his aching heart, Dante gave his mum an assuring smile. "I'm good. I just...I need fresh air." Mrs Yolando knew Dante was far from okay but he let him go. She doesn't think she has any way to make him feel better. Dante decided to branch at a popular bar in the area. He doesn't take alcohol well but he kept drink

His heart was throbbing into a painful palpation that aches every cold gaze Yseah would give him. "Why not? Aren't you aiming this at my neck, just as before." Yseah repliled. "I'm simply lending you a hand to end it all. Don't be a coward Ruvillous and let it enter." as her words finsihed, it was too late for Ruvillous to haul the sword when Yseah completely thrust it into her heart-shaped letting the tip past into her flesh. Ruvillous was immobilize as his feet feels like glued unto the ground. Yseah's heart was slowly fading it's beat- having a faint sound every second passes. Streak of her viscous blood oozed from her mouth. She was slowly succumbed into eternal slumber as her eyelids st