Heartthrobs Book Novels & Stories

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

He gripped her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps, whispering her name like a prayer and a curse. Their joined rhythm became the heartbeat of the house. The groans of the floorboards were sighs of pleasure. The whispers in the walls were moans of encouragement. The Thorne House, once a tomb of sorrow, was now a living, breathing monument to a passion so fierce it had conquered death itself.

I continued, softer now, almost conversational, “I can think of a few names that would fit you perfectly.” Her chest rose and fell faster than before, breath shallow, uneven. The silence stretched tight between us, humming with something unnamed—something dangerous. Not touch. Not yet. Just presence. Just pressure. Fuck—I could practically taste her arousal from across the room. I’d torn through a good chunk of the book she’d been reading the other night. Tragedies of True Hearts. Filthy. Twisted. The kind of story people pretended to hate while secretly devouring every page. A girl caught between a stalker and his brother—meant to choose, only to be claimed by both instead.

My heart throbs against my chest with such a powerful rhythm it borders on discomfort. I squirm on top of Nixon, seeking an end to the physical torment he's caused since the first day I saw him. Every nerve ending in my body awakens and fires with fierce intensity. His hand moves

No amount of drinks or casual encounters with other women could erase the stain of that dreadful memory. What I struggled to comprehend was why she was here, why I was seeing her at this very moment. Why? Why was our meeting unfolding in this manner, right here, right now? Was this some sort of twisted nightmare? Was my mind orchestrating an elaborate illusion? If not, then why would she and I coincidentally cross paths at two in the morning? My throat constricted, and my entire body quivered with shock. My heart, instead of maintaining its steady rhythm, pounded blood through my veins with an unruly enthusiasm. Feelings that I believed I had buried long ago were rising to the surface, resur

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” But even as I say it, I know it’s a lie. I could never hate him, no matter how badly I want to. Even now, with my heart lying shattered at my feet, I love him. God help me, I’ll always love him. Gradually, my blows weaken, my anger dissipating like mist under the heat of the sun. I collapse against him, my forehead pressed to his chest, my tears soaking into his shirt. The fabric is soft against my skin, the steady thrum of his heartbeat an achingly familiar rhythm beneath my cheek.

ROBERT . . I felt my heart hammering against my chest as the memories of all our past encounter flooded into my mind. I felt my breath suddenly catching at the back of my throat. As if sensing the tension, Bryan opened his mouth, but then closed it. The room seemed to shrink around us, trapping us in the gravity of our desires. I didn't even realize how much I craved having his cock inside of me. God! how could one overcome their wildest fantasies? Especially when that fantasy was staring at you like you're their favorite meal.

Welcome to Hacked Hearts. Excusem the spelling or grammar mistakes, because I am only human. I hope you love this story and enjoy reading it. Don't be a silent reader, I'd love to know your views. Okay, then see on the otherside ;) Chapter 1: I don't do drugs, so I can have a bad habit. "I hate Tuesdays!" I groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, snuggling into my Panda blanket.

Woomf, woomf, woomf, her heart goes, pounding out an erratic rhythm. When I rock up beneath her, rubbing our bodies together, her heart skips a beat. Christ. "You like that," I grit out, my head swimming with triumph. She really wants this? She wants me the same way I want her? "Be honest, Theresa. I can hear it. Your heartbeat. Your body gives you away." Just like mine is announcing my interest, loud and proud, prodding up beneath her like I might skewer through her clothes. No spare brain cells to be embarrassed right now.