In A Burning Heart Novels & Stories

“I am right here in front of your eyes. No one did anything to me.” My heart is still thrashing in my chest. I press my ear against his chest. Fear returns to me in full swing as I cannot hear his heartbeat! I grab his shoulders like a madman. They are cold - like the dead. I tear away from the hug. My face contorts with horror. “Lorcan…your heart. It's not beating.” I wheeze. “Your body’s cold.” The memories of my dreams flash right in front of my eyes. “No, no…This can’t be. You-”

-----~[AMELIA]~----- My heart is pounding rapidly. My entire body is sweating with nervousness. My system is vibrating with a superb uncontrollable Force as I lean against the door trying to catch my breath thinking about the big hell I am currently in. What the hell am I going to do now? This is just too much to take in. That guy is relentless and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. How the hell am I supposed to keep away from him when we are in the same building for crying out loud?

The cold winter wind rushed through the broken window of the abandoned house. The girl in the shadows shivered, backing further away from the shattered glass. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she quickly pushed it away. Her red hair was like a fire burning in the darkness, a beacon glowing brightly for her hunter to find. She looked over her shoulder for the millionth time, feeling paranoid. He could be anywhere — lurking in a dark corner, waiting behind a closed door, silently standing behind her — and she wouldn't even know it. He was too quiet. Too good at this horrible game.

Alex My heart burned with a passionate fire as Martha's words pierced through me like a bolt of lightning. All I yearned for was to whisk her away in that very moment, to protect her from the world and make her mine. But I knew the complexities of our situation held me back, like invisible chains that bound my every move.

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

“Despite that, it wasn’t your fault, you should be wise enough to know that you need a break before catching any so-called feelings for anybody.” “Your heart needs to heal from all of this. Don't you get it Emily?” Never in my life have I seen Aunt Claudia exert so much intensity in her anger. Well, not like I have known her for long but I have only always felt a sort of happy aura around her. “I'm sorry Aunty, I understand this.” I was just about to explain myself further but our conversation was interrupted by a similar anonymous text message again and I quietly read it to myself at once.

The storm raging outside the door boomed, but the hurricane in my own heart, love burning and smoldering with flame, seared all the more. The settling wrapped the back of silence. I was perched on the cot of the safe room, muscles tensed, heart beating like a series of drums to burst. Behind doors beyond, the tempest raged on, rain pattering on the windows to make a din of sound. And yet in the sound was a strand of hope—a promise, our love, our unbroken bond.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. The words hang in the air like smoke—thick, suffocating, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Which mother? As if the answer could be anything but the one who raised me, the one who vanished from my life in twisted metal and staged flames. “Tick tock,” Dupont murmurs, his voice smooth, almost amused. “The police won’t wait forever. And neither will she.”

I believed that if I loved him enough, I could slowly carve out a place in his heart. But when Shelby returned, I realized a painful truth. No matter how much I tried, Tucker's heart would never fully be mine. It happened one night. Drunk and confused, Tucker mistook me for Shelby. His fingers brushed my cheek gently. He whispered her name with a tenderness and longing he had never once shown me. I stood frozen. My eyes were locked on his. His gaze was distant, and a faint smile lingered on his lips. It was as if he were lost in the memory of the woman he truly desired.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.