Novel & Cerita In The Burning Heart

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

It hurt so much that he felt himself ‘burn like an ember’. When Ty finally sung out the next line, everyone secretly wished in their hearts to be in Kai’s position to have such a dashing and loving mate while Kai’s mood dropped as he understood what Ty meant. It hurt. It hurt so bad ! It hurt him like a fucking burning ember too !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's burning me like an ember * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And for one, stuttering heartbeat, I wished she hadn’t. Because they weren’t the same. Still green—still hers—but threaded through with something bright and merciless, like a star trying to burn its way out. It looked at me. Through me. And I hated that some twisted, broken part of me wasn’t afraid. I sat beside her, forcing my hands steady as I wrapped the last strip of linen around her arm. The burns there were deep, black-edged and angry, like the fire hadn’t just scorched her skin but claimed a piece of her soul on the way out.

“Hearteaters will never be brave to step out in Moonburn since they are only in power when they are near their creator.” Which was me, Eliane—my so-called mysterious other half by the way. I almost voiced it out if not for a ghastly grip that wrapped around my wrist. Eliane’s grip.

Love, From Eleanor. And so, I named them Vivian, Janice, and Susan. All are now beautiful, grown-up ladies, and dreadful warriors. But I can’t tell you who is mine, for I don’t know. And while one may seem cursed, trust me, I didn’t willfully do that, neither can I lift it. She would have to bear it. After all, she’s faced her mother twice. One, as the blood Queen. And the other as Eleanor. And in both circumstances, she wasn’t destroyed. Her name is Susan Hill. And she is one with The Consuming Heart.

My heart would not stop beating so hard that I could almost here it in my ears. “What do you mean Riley? My heart won’t take it, the mate bond won’t take it so easy, please don’t do this. I’m going to feel so empty without you, you told me just last night that you love me. You promised me that you wanted me to give you my virginity because you will stay with me forever! Because you want us to be mates! ” I replied in a pleading voice so the break in my voice was quite audible… yes I have no more shame left, I would kneel down with my two knees if that meant him changing his mind. In fact, I would clean his feet with my most cherished clothe. He is the only one I thought had my back in the wh

The concert's atmosphere grew more intense by the minute, with everyone's focus locked on the stage. It seemed like I was invisible, blending into the shadows of the concert. The dim lights gave me a false sense of bravery. I moved to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm guide my steps. She moved with a rhythm that made the air between us tremble, every motion sent a heat through me that I could not contain. I reached for her waist and pulled her close, the sudden rush of contact hit me like fire, every cell in me coming alive.

Without the pacemaker, I could only suck in huge lungfuls of breath to ease the discomfort in my heart. Sarah saw me trembling in pain. While crying, she ran out and said that she was going to get some medicine for me, even if it meant that she had to beg for it. Soon, Jody walked in. Her face was a little pale, but she was in good spirits. There was even a smugness in her eyes. She came up to my bed and suddenly puffed her chest out when she was near me. “Hey, Elena, hear that? Listen to how strong this heart beats.”

There’s nothing but our two hearts beating together, our two bodies blending and coming apart in perfect communion. “This,” I murmur in awe. “What, baby?” “Nirvana,” I gasp. We found it. The highest state of consciousness. Of ecstasy. Of pleasure. Tom grips my ass harder, fingers digging into the flesh. He gives my cheek a slap. Time starts again. Or I should say the time bomb starts ticking. Need licks through me like flames. I have to come. Now. “Jasmine,” Tom grates. His voice is beyond rough. His expression pained.

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"