Heartthrobs Book Novels & Stories

I followed, my heart⁠b‍eat p‍ounding painfully‌, unsure of wh‍at was​ going throu⁠gh‍ his mind. W⁠hen we entered the b​edroom, he shu‌t the door b⁠ehind u​s.​ I opened my lip⁠s to speak, but b​e‌for​e I could say a w​ord, C​o‌nrad held my waist, bent me over th‍e bed, and h​a⁠d sex‌ with m​e‌ with a f​orce I had⁠ never e‍xper⁠ienced from him.​ Violent. Ang​ry. Not c‌aring or ge​ntle. Not t‌he pred​i‍ctable‌, so⁠ft rh‍ythm I​ ha‍d grown cognizant of​.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and breathe out forcefully, hoping it will release the tight hold I feel in my chest, the knot in the insides of my stomach, the lump in my throat. It doesn't. "Are you okay?" He asks. Clearing my throat, "Yeah, I am." I roll my head in his direction, "Talk to me, say anything," I urge. I don't want everything to go quiet. Quiet is not a good place. It's a dark place. Quiet is where my thoughts go loud.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

“That’s just you being full of yourself. If you two have so much in common, why didn’t anything happen between you two before I was in the picture? “Sasha, love isn’t just about being a picture-perfect couple. It’s about what’s on the inside.” “Don’t talk to me about having depth. All you have is a thick skin!” As she lashed out, I owned it. “That’s how I bagged the hottie.” “Y-You’re just an airhead. You don’t deserve him!” I waved my fist around. “I might not have your IQ, but I can definitely out-punch you. You’d better watch your mouth, or I might just have to get rough.”

He made the bed and shared the blanket with me, but I started shivering from the cold. —Come here, Beck, he said, pulling me closer. —It’ll be better with the warmth of my body. He wrapped me in his blanket, and I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm calmed me. We hugged, and that night, I fell asleep beside him, feeling a sense of security I hadn’t felt in a long time.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

“So, tell me about this specific part that caught your interest. The part that made you blush. The question was softer now, almost coaxing. “Oh, no. There is no part of the book that...” Harper said while finishing the document binding. She took a deep breath. “Please just ignore the whole blushing thing. It’s rather embarrassing,” she requests silently and look down at the bound documents. Oliver’s lips curved into a knowing smile at her attempt to brush off the blush. He was not about to let it go so easily- the rare glimpse of vulnerability was far too interesting. “Embarrassing?” he repeated, his voice taking on a teasing quality. “On the contrary, I find it quite endearing. Most people

At her nod, he swept her off her feet and joined the others in the not so crowded dance floor. Claudia couldn’t believe her heart could beat so fast like a green girl infatuated with a handsome man. For his part, Alonzo wanted to pull her closer and let her feel his heartbeat. Is this love, he thought as he gazed down at the still beautiful woman in his arms.

that's a sin against God. Yes, but when the heart beats first for the person she likes and loves, even if it's a sin, nothing can stop it, even our love is forbidden in the eyes of God and people surrounded us. When we arrived at Thyro's mansion, he helped me down, we entered his house hand in hand but we both felt like we were stoned when we stood in front of the main door. "OMG! Honey Thyro you're here!" the woman said harshly and shrill.

The hot gusts of his uneven breathing grazed my neck as he held his position. And then he started pounding, harsh and unrelenting as if he had no concern for my wellbeing. I placed my hand over his heart, feeling its beat. Each forceful thrust left me whimpering, the sound stifled by the tightening grip around my throat. My chest burned with every breath, his unyielding thrusts relentless. Gripping my neck, he showed no mercy, a forceful rhythm that blurred time and heightened the feel of him inside of me. I gasped for air as his calloused fingers pressed harder against my jugular.