Jantung Yang Berkisah Edgar Allan Poe Novels & Stories

"I stay," I whispered, my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs. The words hung in the air, sealing my fate. Soren's eyes gleamed with triumph, a predator who had just claimed his prize. My body still buzzed from the orgasm, skin sticky with sweat and his cum drying on my chest. But the ache between my legs demanded more, a hunger that curiosity had ignited and now refused to extinguish.

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

It disturbed her more than she would admit that James forced himself into her mind the minute her subconscious took over but every night it was the same, and the eroticism of her dreams was something else. Suddenly, she didn’t recognize herself anymore. Audrey knew James associated love with weakness and loss. He had made that abundantly clear. So why did the thought of seeing him again in the flesh cause her heart to slam like a sledgehammer? Each night, his lips met hers. Each night, he kissed her deeply and without reserve, leading her into an intimate place where she could taste him, feel his warmth and scent, the hard thrust of his body. And then, just when she felt she would explode fr

"Jealousy is a really bad thing and being jealous of your friend is the worst thing that one can do." Looking at the stranger who had started talking to her out of nowhere, she frowned. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" "I am sorry but did you say something?" Taking the two beer bottles from the bartender's hand, he replied, "If you were the one who is jealous of her friend then yes—" Offering her a bottle, he added, "I think I was talking to you." "I already ordered mine.” Raising her brows at him, she charged him. “What makes you feel that I am jealous of my best friend? How can you say that without even knowing who I am?”

I breathed a sign of relief as I heard, no felt a thud on the floor next to me. I was temporarily deaf. The pounding of my heart fueled the high amounts of adrenaline running through my veins, creating a dull roar in my head, an endless pulsing wave rolling back and forth, blocking out all other sounds around me. My heart beat was strong, albeit a little too loud and unnecessarily quick at the moment.

she said to herself, while feeling determined. ============================= Paolo slowly opened her eyes when he heard someone crying beside him. Once he is fully awake, he turned his head on his right side, and he saw her mother crying. Paolo gently squeezed his mother's hand. "Mom, why are you crying? Where am I?" he asked. "Paolo, my son! You're finally awake!" his mother cried tears of joy, while hugging him. Paolo started coughing without time. "Mom, you're suffocating me. I need some water..." Paolo forced himself to speak again.

I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride. "Bravo." She clapped for him, "not bad at all." "You love it?" "Of course I do. And guess what? I have a poem for you. I memorised it here in the hospital, I got bored and decided to learn something new." "Really? Am all ears." He rubbed his palms together in anticipation. "It's titled Annabelle Lee and was written by Edgar Allan Poe." She cleared her throat and started. All thoughts, all passions, all delights,