I Give You My Heart Novels & Stories

Then he moves it lower—lower—until he presses it against the left side of my chest, right above my racing heart. The pressure makes my breath catch. The world feels like it’s closing in around us. Him towering over me. Me trembling under his hand. "Say that your heart is mine." My eyes widen as I shake my head. His eyes darken as he pushes the barrel into my flesh more, his voice turning darker. "Say it, Liana. Say that you will only give your heart to me." I seal my lips as I look away from him. I was serious about it earlier. He can't make my heart captive. Not by fear, not by money, not even at gunpoint. And that's not going to change.

she yelled through clenched teeth. Harry jumped and tried to soothe her, “Amber honey…” “ No! Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!!” “Okay dear, would you at least sit down a bit? These emotions are too strong for the nature of your heart please, Amber!” begged Harry. “I don’t give a fuck about that! I want the truth! Now!!” she yelled. “Okay, okay…” Harry began, trying to placate her. “Just take it easy, okay? We will tell you everything. Right from the beginning, okay…just don’t get too agitated Amber honey, because of your heart.”

I moaned. I ambled towards the back of the restaurant and glid through a hallway which flows into a large staircase that forms a main means of egress to the restaurant's roof top. I was walking unhurriedly like a snail and without agility. I was muttering amid tears, " he didn't love me. He doesn't love me. He didn't love me. He doesn't loves me." I repeated as if reciting a poem.

I guess the heart wants what the heart wants. “You look like you have something you want to ask me.” The king said realizing I was still here with him.

His voice deep and desperate. “Anne. Look at me. Tell me what you feel. Not what destiny demands. Not what fear tells you. Tell me your truth.” I met his eyes. Everything inside me broke open. My truth burst through tears and trembling breath. “I love you.” The courtyard stilled. His body froze. His wolf surged like sunlight breaking through storm. He stepped forward, one hand rising to cup my cheek, the other at the small of my back, pulling me closer inch by trembling inch.

That’s all it takes to keep me still. I don’t beg. I don’t say please. But for Ally’s sake, I would break every rule I’ve ever known. I would fall to my knees if that’s what it takes. I would beg her—beg with everything inside me—because right now, my heart is thundering so hard it feels like it’s about to rip out of my chest. And I’m just standing here, doing nothing. “Please, Ally… you are my world. I’m ready to do right by you,” I say, my voice thick with emotion, a choked sound escaping my throat.

Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh Give me all of you, oh Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' '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. When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks? A

"He told me the safest thing I could do for you was let you walk away quietly, with money, before anyone thought you were worth silencing." The room went still. Lucien finally spoke. "The five hundred thousand." Her father's eyes moved to him. "That was you," Elena said, understanding arriving slow and cold. "You sent it." "No." Her father shook his head. "I wanted to. Marcus told me not to. He said any transfer traced back to me would confirm I knew more than I was supposed to. Two days later, the money appeared anyway, from an account neither of us controlled." He looked at Elena, and for a moment the distance between them shrank to something almost like grief. "I don't know who sent it. I

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.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"