Her Heart, Her Terms Novels & Stories

Beyond that, her beauty was a vague, impressionistic notion, a fleeting glimpse of elegance and poise that had left no lasting impression on my mind. Poor darling… she pushed too hard and kept trying to complete the mating process. This was something I wasn’t about to do, especially with her. “Take your own life.” I spat at her. “Yes Raphael.” She said, and with tears in her eyes she shoved her hand into her chest and ripped her own heart out. Her hand, now clenched around the pulsing, crimson organ, trembled with a mix of anguish and determination.

He towered over her, his presence overwhelming, his gaze fixed on her every movement. She reached out and gently took his hand. Before he could react, she placed it against her chest. Her heartbeat thudded beneath his palm—strong, steady, undeniable. She looked up at him, eyes shining. “You would hate me,” she said softly, painfully, “because of the very heart beating in my chest.” She swallowed. “And the person it once belonged to.” The room went still.

"This whole time." He reached for her. "Alina, I didn't want to lose you-" She backed away. "You never had me." The box between them felt heavier now. Trust had become a battlefield

She slammed her wine glass down on a nearby console table, the red liquid splashing over the polished wood. "I won't sign them!" she cried, her voice cracking as her emotional walls completely collapsed. "I won't let you cast me aside for some trashy ex-con you found in a ditch! Jared, look at me! I am in love with you! I have been in love with you for years!" I stood perfectly still, watching her hysterics without a single shred of empathy. I had lived a hard life to know, Emotions were an absolute waste of time and weakness.

She couldn't figure out Jonathan's true feelings for her, and her eyes filled with uncertainty. The seconds ticked by as they waited for the elevator, dragging on like a slow eternity. The air between them felt thick, heavy—charged with an unspoken tension. Finally, Kylie couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Mr. Sinclair, it's my hand that's injured, not my leg. You can put me down now."

His gaze shifted down to her lips and again trailed upward at her eyes. "Because it has no existence," he completed his words which made her arch her brows. "I have heard a lot of people calling themselves heartless, Mr germ," she spoke, making him amused. "But you know when a human starts calling himself heartless when his heart is in extreme pain or that heart is in need of a cure for that pain," she said, staring at him.

He smirked more evily. Seraphina clenched her jaw and uttered. "Yes, I have given my soul, my body, my mind to this worst but not my heart because… " Their breathings tangled against each other wheras their eyes never dared to leave each other and then she completed her words. "My heart would never give up to a heartless sinner like you,"

she says in the end, observing the heart tattoo on my arm. "Yeah?" "It's kind of like a reminder that you have a heart, even though I sometimes forget that you do. I think you forget that, too." she says and looks up at me through lashes. I shake my head. "I don't have a heart." "How can you say that?" she says, her brows furrowed. "Because it's true." I reply, meaning every single word. Sophia shakes her head."You wouldn't be here with me, reading to me and making me feel better if you didn't have a heart, Axel."

she mumbled feeling her heart drop She was now sure she isn't getting this job, not in this company and her heart was telling her to just go down on her knees right now and just beg for the cleaning position while her mind was telling her calm down "We meet again" he said and smirked but nothing was nice about it, she didn't reply, just looked at him

His heart started to beat wild as if getting alive again. "Please don't kill me," She closed her eyes in despair. Her legs shook so bad and so did her heart. These were the last beats of her heart, that were too vigorous. If he didn't kill her than she might die of a tachycardia. But still, hope, she never gave up on this. She fluttered her lashes up and slowly moved her amber eyes up and looked straight in his eyes which were looking at her expressionlessly. Her wet lashes made her eyes look more... beautiful.