Novel & Cerita I Give You My Heart

It was a voice she could never forget, one she constantly heard even in her dreams so how could she forget it? She raised her head slowly to meet ink, dark eyes. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart raced like it was running a marathon. "E-ezekiel?" she called, a part of her hoping she was seeing things. "Its good that you didn't forget me" Ezekiel chuckled enjoying every expression that passed through her face. He leaned back on his seat and smiled. The kind of smile he had flashed at her five years ago after saying all of those harsh and horrible words, after dumping her...

'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh The crowd cheered but he kept looking into my eyes, with so much passion, my heart trembled with love and I wondered. If I can’t leave, should I just accept things as they are and chose a life with him?

I missed you. I’m sorry. I’m here. I still love you.

“You’re not going through life without me. Not ever.” Her hand went to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart under her fingers. “I trust you,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever.”

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

“Where was the best one? Answer, or drink.” Lorenzo sat down as if nothing had happened. “In the bridal suite,” Lorenzo said lightly. “With whipped cream and his hands around my throat.” A ripple of laughter moved through the room, followed by a few low whistles and the kind of vulgar cheers only his inner circle would dare make in front of him. I felt the blood drain from my body. Years ago, to repay the De Luca family for raising me, I gave Lorenzo my heart. After the transplant, he had held my hand in his hospital bed and said, This heart is the most precious thing I’ll ever have. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you for it.

Maybe there really is something wrong with me, because every single time I give someone my heart, they crush it in their fists and leave me bleeding around their feet. My heart is probably made of wool.

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?

His words were cut short. "It is my fault, okay? That's why I let every fucking alpha to fuck me because being modest had brought nothing good and besides, many Alphas like it rough. The pain is like a medicine for my aching heart. It's like a punishment that I gladly take. "Irish said her voice low, muffled in the Alpha's chest.

He asked and looked at me again with his annoyingly charming grin. "What?!" I was asking that a lot today. "You painted me a heart," he simply answered, without a hint of anger in his voice. "You painted mine."