Heartthrobs Book Novels & Stories

I sifted through the titles, my heartbeat quickening with each moment. Something caught my eye: Forbidden Desires. I lifted it carefully, letting the title wash over me. This one seemed to pulse with danger and thrilling risks I wasn't sure I was ready to face. The cover—bold reds and shadowy silhouettes—swirled with temptation. My thoughts darted back to Aaron, to the moments we shared during that intense training session. He was engaged, but somehow our chemistry had sparked a fire that left me teetering on the edge of reason.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

She froze, heart hammering. “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep, lips brushing her ear. “I… I have work… I need to go home and—” He chuckled darkly, cutting off her trembling words. “Home?” His hand slid up to grip her throat lightly, forcing her head back against his shoulder. “This is your home now.” Tears welled in her eyes as his other hand slid down between her thighs, cupping her tender, swollen pussy. She whimpered softly, her body still oversensitive from the night before.

His eyes blazed crimson as his hand locked around my throat. "I don't live in her head. How would I know?" My voice rasped under the chokehold as the suffocating pressure built. "Don't know?" His face twisted in fury. "She's kind and never makes enemies. The last person she saw was you. Who else but you would do something to her, you vile bitch?" The next moment, his palm cracked across my face. A loud slap rang in my ears, leaving my cheek swollen and burning. "Still want to talk tough?" Victor had lost all reason. He yanked my hair and smashed my forehead against the cold, hard floor. Pain exploded, and hot blood poured down into my eyes, dyeing the world in crimson blur.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Now that he’s wealthy, she falsely claims to have donated her heart to him to extort more money. An obscure nobody like me instantly trended across all major platforms. The entire internet learned that Bryan Abbott, the trillion-dollar celebrity entrepreneur, had an ex-wife. They also learned just how heartless and ungrateful his ex-wife truly was. [She abandoned Mr. Abbott back then. Now that he’s rich, she comes crawling back to borrow money?! How shameless!] [Borrow? That’s not borrowing!] [Mr. Abbott received a heart from a kind donor. How dare she claim it was hers?]

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

George's hand found my arm before I'd finished processing the question. "Nothing is wrong." Carol turned the screen toward us. "I want you to look at something." I looked. Two. There were two. Two distinct shapes, two unmistakable flickers of movement, two separate heartbeats playing out in counterpoint on the screen — rapid and certain and impossibly, abundantly real. I heard George make a sound I had never heard from him before. Not words. Just a sound, low and sudden, like something had knocked the air out of him.

We’re now at the kitchen counter, and instead of holding it up he has it laid out on the black marble surface and is turning it, page by page, slowly as he takes a proper good look. “Sophs, I’m serious. These are good. Really good.” He stops squeezing me and instead slides me down him, so I’m front to front. My body slides down his in every way, faces passing, intimates grazing but he’s too intent on looking beyond me at the book and doesn’t seem to realize how weirdly sexual this is. Every part of me just slid down every part of him, direct contact. Oblivious, he turns me in his arm to face my own sketches and distracts where my brain was teetering, still tingling as though part of him is s

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.