Her Heart, Her Terms Novels & Stories

He is the first boy that claimed the key to my heart and I believe he is the last. He is the most patient with me and he loves me, despite my scars, despite my resistence sometimes, despite my stubborness. He has given me the best part of him, his heart, because his heart is gentle, his heart has love stored, and his heart has claimed me as his. I feel all the more blessed with having all these people in my life. I no longer have a reason to look over my shoulder in fear, I have more of a reason to look ahead and live my life. I can honestly say, that I truly have a family.

Am going to take everything that belongs to you! I am back! With an unquenchable fire that is going to burn all of you,till you beg for mercy! She stated with a grin! As she stare at the glass of red wine. It's just a matter of time darling. You will soon have him as a puppet! Oooh Yes my puppet! She said gazing out of The window with a determined look.

To think I couldn't move on from a woman who broke up with me because she couldn’t wait for me to be successful and currently married to the man infront of me, was mind-blowing. "I am only doing what I love. That's nothing special." "I know that dear." He removed his hand and got back to his chair, after motioning us to take a seat and requesting Michel to bring coffee for us. "We can now come straight to the business. So, Mr. Martinez let's discuss the terms and conditions shall we?" **** "Well, I think that concludes it. Send me the papers and my lawyer will go through them before I sign, if that's alright?" I asked as I put down the coffee mug on the table.

If Tiffany hadn't escaped, Charlotte had it all set—she was going to sell her to Nyamara right after the wedding. Yeah, she had a heart condition—but it wasn't even that serious. What made Hector's blood run cold? She'd secretly tested for a heart match. And Tiffany's? Perfect. Charlotte planned to rip her heart out. "You evil bitch," Hector growled, eyes bloodshot. "I should've let you rot overseas. I never should've brought you into my house." Hector's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed Charlotte to the ground, grabbed a club, and raised it high.

I'll tell you tonight. He sent back a single word: Good. She drove to her meeting. The city moved around her, ordinary and January and fully itself. So was she.

Her words, raw and honest, touched a chord within me. It was as if she understood the unspoken pain, the unspoken fear, that lurked beneath the surface of my forced smile. I gazed at her for a moment, my heart feeling a flicker of hope in the face of her unexpected kindness. "Alright, friends!" I said, extending my hand to her. Instead of shaking hands, she pulled me into a tight hug, her warmth a welcome contrast to the coldness I had been feeling. **

His words were like daggers; every single word pierced through me, making my heart ache. I reached out to him in an attempt to calm him, but he shoved me back before I could even put my hands on him. I went crashing backward, slamming my ribs against the corner of the dining table. The pain was immediate-thudding sickeningly and gasping me to the ground.

“You’ve known me for two weeks.” “And?” “You’re acting like you’ve known me for years.” Luca met her gaze. “Some people are easy to understand.” “Am I one of them?” “No.” She laughed. “That’s more accurate.” The wind brushed through her hair as she walked closer to the edge of the overlook. Below them, the dark river moved slowly under the lights of the bridge. “I hate Victor Hale,” she said suddenly. Luca joined her beside the railing. “Most people do.” “He thinks he can scare me.”

"Final ten seconds on the countdown. Your body will now shut down, fully detaching from the mission world. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…" Their figures grew smaller and fainter until they disappeared entirely. I closed my eyes with peace, a smile of release curling my lips. When the system counted down the last number, my heart stopped—not another beat heard.

It has only been a few days and her heart was beating loudly at the sight of him. “I guess you still haven't learned your lesson…” Her words were directed to her heart that was thumping in excitement.