Romans & histoires Hellbound Heart Audiobook

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

“Looks like one, from what I’ve heard. I’ve never actually been to one. My family isn’t exactly friendly with the vampires after what they did to my mother.” “Right,” she says, looking back into the bowl and frowning. I can feel her anxiety through the bond. “What is it baby? What does this image mean?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her protectively. She looks up at me. “This is the locator spell. That creepy mansion is where Laris Bevan is living and where he’s possibly hiding Levana.”

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

Siddharth's pov I can hear continuous ringing of calling bell but I was not a condition to wake up from floor and open the door. I was feeling so light headed. Whatever Nivi said today at morning hit on my heart directly like stabbing me with a pointed knife. Who will I blame other than me for making a flower like girl into a heartless one ?

When I hung up with a clean click, my ears were finally at peace, but my heart felt heavy and stifling like it had been stuffed with cotton. The way Oliver cried kept flashing through my mind—tears and snot all over his face, gasping like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and wiping his tears while screaming, "Don't go." Was he auditioning for a soap opera or something?

He laughed cynically. He was closer now, so close I could closely hear his whispers in my ears and feel his breath on my neck. While in my second ear, I could hear Danielle's faint breathing. "I said let her go. This would be the last time I would warn you." I couldn't explain it but I felt like a completely different person right now. I could still feel Amber in me but her aura this time was darker, as dark as the first time I touched the book of Mageia.

Her presence, a fragile flame in the howling wind, was an unwelcome intrusion. "Leave me," I growled, my voice a guttural rumble that resonated through the cavernous hall. I entered my room, the oak door slamming shut with a thunderous finality. I needed the familiar embrace of solitude, the silence to quell the echoes of gunfire and the whispers of doubt. But the silence, instead of bringing solace, amplified the sound of her footsteps – hesitant, then determined, echoing up the hallway towards my refuge. The handle rattled once, a tentative inquiry, then again, more insistent.

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

I correct. The memory of it flashes through my mind again. That enormous body coiled through the cavern like a living mountain. The way the water moved when it breathed. And those teeth. “Trust me,” I mutter. “You don’t want to meet it awake.” Aven shudders slightly and looks back to the fire. Sybil finally lifts the Petrified Heart carefully, turning it in the light. The red veins inside it shimmer faintly as it moves. “The magic in this thing is ancient,” she murmurs.

The vampire clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Blenda could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate's twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the vampire's chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own very precarious situation.