I Could Take Her Heart And Score Novels & Stories

“I’m still here. Please… don’t give up on me.” Her heart skipped as the phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. He was alive. Really, truly alive. And now… there was no hiding anymore.

"I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate." The words hit me so hard like a physical blow. I screamed as the pain tore through me, clutching at my heart as if it might stop the agony. I haven't felt this kind of pain in my life. This was way stronger than any heartbreak. I felt like after this moment, there was no point living. A rush of drain through my vein like I’m being stripped off my life. I didn't want this. I never asked for it either. But what choice do I have? To realise my mate, only to be rejected by him on the same night? Can my days ever be better?

It was the look of a man who had nothing left to lose and was therefore capable of anything. He reached out, his movements slow and deliberate. He took the test from her hand, looked at it for a moment with a sneer of pure contempt, and then snapped it in half with a sickening crack of plastic. He tossed the pieces onto the oil-stained pavement near her feet. “No,” he said. “You can’t just break it and make it go away!” she screamed, her voice reaching a frantic, shrill pitch that made the doorman at the far end of the lot look over. “It’s real! I’m having your baby! You owe me!”

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

Instead I stood on my hind legs. "Woah... She's something else." I heard a human breathe out. Scarlett looked beyond terrified. She shook in her boots and attempted to use her power, but it was not working. I then growled and charged towards her. In a matter of seconds my clawed hand-like paw was dripping in blood and through Scarlett's chest, and her heart was in my hand. It was warm and still beating. "This heart was pure, but the soul was dark and dirty. I will find you a new body." I said. And with that I lifted the heart towards the moonlight and slowly it disappeared, awaiting a soul to match its own goodness.

" It could and you know it. It's been a while since we've seen each other, but from the little I got to know you during our course in New York I could see that you're very self-centered.” " Our! I help you and you thank me by calling me selfish?” Despite my surprise at her statement, I ended up laughing at what she said, as I couldn't tell that she was lying or that she had offended me. " You know it's true. As it is also true that you helped me and that shows that you have a heart inside that chest " she joked, smiling. " Of course, I have a heart, I'm human.” " Thank you, Felipe. Until any day. I hope I'm not needing your help then.”

The other one, Marah, strode toward me and bent down until her head was level with mine. “You are everything he wants, darling.” She said. I scoffed. “What exactly?! What do I need to give him so I can be free from this… madness?” I asked. She glanced at her sister briefly again before looking back at me. Then she poked my chest. “He wants this…” My eyes widened in horror. “He wants my heart?” I asked quickly. “He wants to eat my heart?!” A small laugh escaped her as she shook her head. “No, corazón…” Her smile slowly faded. “He wants your soul.”

“Even if it’s under a bridge.” “You’ll abandon your place as Alpha?” “I was never cut out for it anyway.” She surprises me by stepping toward me and placing her hand on my chest, right over my heart. “You have a true Alpha’s heart. You don’t know that now, but in time, you’ll understand.” She then steps back and clasps her hands together. “If you want to save her, you’ll have to be in better shape. Come, we’ll heal you.”

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

She was wearing his shirt. Just his shirt. Everything went black for me. The pain in my heart was excruciating as if someone had reached into my chest and pulled out my heart with bare hands. Her smile was pure victory. "Baby," she said, her voice syrup sweet, "you promised you'd come back to bed."