I Could Take Her Heart And Score Novels & Stories

he muttered sadly, "No matter how much I am attracted to that woman, I can never have her." "You can have her if you can make a firm decision." "No." Jeff frowned as if in pain. “I really am not a good person. But I still have a heart. " God knows he doesn't love Vasha, his fiancé. But he still has a heart. His mistakes must be paid for, even if his feelings are sacrificed. *** "Jeff?" Vasha's soft voice moved Jeff from his reverie, making Jeff turn his head and immediately smile softly, "Yes, dear?"

she flutters her lashes as I struggle to hold my wolf back from clawing my skin apart. I would never have Stacey as my side piece. She is… everything. I can’t do that to her, to myself. Besides, I have no intention of marking anyone else or for her mark to be gone from me. Although this now leaves me in somewhat of a predicament. I had agreed to this, knowing I was going to have Stacey win. “We still haven’t figured out the scores. You’re jumping the gun,” I scoff, and she gives me a look like I’m completely clueless. “I was the last one standing. I don’t know what score system you have going on here, but I like to think it was an easy win. I even did it after the rejection. One of them is b

“With all my heart, my love! I’ve spent the past three months living without you, trying to stand on my own two feet without leaning on you, but the truth is that every single day, every single second away from you, was pure hell. I was dancing, but I was miserable, and I never want to feel like that ever again in my life.” For a heartbeat, Fabien stared into her face. Blaze saw how deep the doubt went in him, and it almost broke her heart as she understood how hard it must have been for him to love her for so long without any acknowledgment from her. “If you’re searching for proof,” Blaze said releasing herself from his embrace and taking a half step back, enough for him to see her well, “s

But Henry is a human; he's just different. "What am I going to do?" "How am I going to win his heart?" I grumble and stroll around the hall with my hand on my chin. "You wanna win the heart of who?" Someone speaks out, interrupting my thoughts, and I gasp. I turn around to see Henry standing there, his green eyes instantly mesmerizing me. My heartbeat quickens as I stumble backward, appearing to fall directly into his arms as planned. Even though I'm aware of the contrasts between us, his muscular chest against mine makes my heart scream with the drug.

A white curtain drapes itself over the canopy. Kent stepped slowly out of the bridal arch, which was veiled in a white curtain with white roses scattered around its edges. A local artist's song played softly in the background as a melodic tune floated through the air. The name of the song is immediately apparent to me. Just by looking at me. Kent, who was kneeling, held a velvet box that was jade in color. His pleading eyes betrayed the gravity of the situation, as if my response might decide his eternal destiny. Without a doubt, the Tropicana Beach location of his extravagant proposal was exquisitely furnished. A community of friends and family members envelops us. They have been present d

which should technically not even be possible. “I love your hair,” she commented, “Was it always like that? Or is it like highlights or ___” “Can you like, I don't know, take an hour break from talking? I'm trying to enjoy my music before we get to that cursed 'misery' camp,” “It's actually 'miseri'___” “Not the point here 'dimples'”

I remembered her saying this before and unlike then, when it was hard to believe, now I'd seen it for myself. "I hope you find your way to capture his heart. I promise you won't regret it. When my son learns to love someone, he loves with all his heart and does everything to make them happy." That phrase stunned me. Capture his heart? Oh no, I don't think I can. Zeke loathes me for reasons I don't understand. There's no way I can make him love me. That's impossible, I thought.

She was hyperventilating. Her mind flashed back to the study. To Oreon. She looked at her hand, the hand that had touched his chest. She could still feel the heat of his skin. The hard ridge of his scars. The pulse of his blood. It burned her. “You need a Luna who is holy,” she had whispered to him. Sin! her mind screamed. Desire is a sin! You are the Vessel of the Law! You cannot want the flesh! Flashback The Meditation Cell. She was fifteen.

She fell on the ground and looked at me with fearful eyes. " Help!" She screamed. I went over her body and placed my claws on her chest right over her warm heart which was beating so fast at that moment. I tore her apart and removed the heart under the ribs. So,it was that heart which fell in love with me! Stupid girl! I threw it away which was tumbling on the ground. Her lifeless body fell on the leaves with utter shock in her eyes which was looking right through me. Silly girl! I could have let her live if she didn’t urge me too much and bother me. I looked at her belly. It was a bit swollen as she told that she was pregnant with my child. I ripped it off and tore her womb.

She reached down and grabbed a stray puck—the heavy, vulcanized rubber disc from earlier. She didn't use a stick. she held it in her bare hand, the cold rubber biting into her palm. "You want a goal, Julian?" Elara said, tears finally breaking and tracing lines through the soot on her face. "Then take the Real One." She didn't throw it at him. She slammed the puck into her own chest, right over her heart, and lunged into his personal space. She pressed her forehead against his flickering visor. "The score is zero-zero, Jules," she whispered. "Come home."