It Catches My Heart In Its Hands Novels & Stories

As soon as I felt minion number 1 in my radius again, I let the cold fire squeeze around my heart. Before anyone could register it I leapt up and caught the wretched thing by her neck. I ripped into her jugular ignoring and somewhat even reveling in the burning sensation her blood left on my skin and tore her head clean off. More of the foul fishy smell lingering on me. I stuck my hand in her chest and also ripped her heart out for good measure before landing back in the ground. Her head falling and rolling a couple of feet away from us, her body falling limp straight down and her heart still in my hand. I looked at it, the greying fleshy glob with clear fluid and some dark pus around it bea

he breathes heavily, dropping us to our knees before his mate's body, and with his fingers now linked between mine, thrusts our hands into her chest. The gritty texture of her coat is soon replaced by the feeling of wet rubber sliding under my hands, while Trent's fingers let go of my mine just enough to grasp around what's under my palm. He rips at it, crushing my hand in the process, as he drags a piece of her back out with our hands. His palm slides down from where my hands hold the remnants of what has to be her heart to my elbow, dropping to my waist. Every ounce of oxygen has been sucked from the air around me as Corbyn's words play over in my head.

“I don’t…” The room tilts. The air seems to thicken, like time is thinking about slowing and can’t quite commit. Her breath hitches. She tries to stand, stubborn as always, but her knees buckle the second she straightens and she falls back into me. “Easy. I’ve got you,” I say as I catch her immediately. Of course I do, I’d catch her if the world ended. The glow in her hands pulses once, then twice, syncing to the rhythm of my heart. Goddess, I've never seen anything like it.

And thаt’ѕ whеn іt happened. Without brеаkіng еуе соntасt he рlасеd hіѕ mаѕѕіvе hаnd uр against mу heart. His hand ѕрrеаd оvеr my brеаѕt аѕ hе соnnесtеd with mе, but I соuld feel the thrоbbіng оf the blооd in his vеіnѕ mаtсh uр wіth the роundіng оf mу hеаrt. It wаѕ lіkе hе wаѕ tоuсhіng me from the inside; іt wаѕ bеаutіful.

Chapter Six I stand in front of the mirror, looking at this reflection that seems foreign to me. My hair, once neatly styled, now hangs in loose strands around my face. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Elvis. His touch comes into my memory now, and it sends gooseflesh, remembering the thrill of holding his hand as he guided me into a world I never thought I could have.

I whispered because I sensed the edge and sadness in his voice as he spoke. He waved it aside and went over to pick up the paintbrush that he’d dropped when he’d rushed to come to embrace me. He placed the brush on the table and gestured to the paintings once more. “In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.”

His bright green eyes were piercing through my soul and it felt like there's a gonna be storm raging behind those innocent yet strong green eyes of his. He slowly takes my hand and held it with his. His hand just held me, loosely. He stands closer and closer but as he comes closer to me my heart feels like it's jumping out from my chest. I want to wrap my arms around him, kiss him and tell him that I came here to see him.

she went on, her presence brimming with warmth, "Instead of revulsion, I find myself drawn to Blake. I relish seeing him, feeling the warmth of his hand." I could sense the warmth in her words, a metaphorical smile in her voice. "So, my human, don't overthink it any longer. Just follow your heart." "Just follow my heart?" I pondered, my voice trembling as the words escaped my lips. Tears flowed freely, their warmth tracing the path of my despair on my cheeks. Blake witnessed my anguish, his eyes mirroring the agony within me. His hand, a lifeline amidst the tempest, clasped mine, while his other hand gently reached for my face, tenderly brushing away the cascading tears.

“I’m sorry. I really, really am. It’s just…” “It’s okay”, he says, flashing a warm smile, and then it fades, “But I didn’t read it.” And I know he’s telling the truth. “I know.” I say reassuringly. He chuckles softly as he looks at my hands. I look too, and notice that I’m clutching the precious book as if my life depended on it. Well, that’s close to the truth. I wouldn’t for the life of me have anyone read this book. It has too much insight of who I really am; holds the emotions that are buried too deep within me to recover again. To recover that, to bring it back to life- would take a miracle. One day, I hope I’m going to come out through my shell, this wall that I’ve built around me, and

Lucas grabs her arm as soon as she drags her heavy feet. She sniffles turning around to gaze at the hook pulling her backward. Her eyes were filled with tears, she couldn't turn around to look him in the eye. Her lips quake. “I tried….I tried to let go but….m…. my past keeps haunting me. I can't be heartsease after discovering that pervert is euphoric after inflicting my whole existence.”