Larass Heart Novels & Stories

The room was too quiet after Carlos left, but my ears rang with every sound from beyond the door. My wolf strained inside me, claws against my skin, desperate to listen. Then I heard him. Lars. His voice slithered into the hall like poison smoke. Calm, amused, cruel. The same voice that whispered he would never love me. The same voice that laughed as he shoved me from the cliff. “You should have trained your men better,” Lars said. His tone was casual, almost lazy, but beneath it was a blade of power. “It took too long for me to reach you.”

doctor Serena teased and my heart skipped a beat, for a moment my happiness flew out of the window and I placed my hand on my stomach protectively. I'm not the type to cry but this time my eyes have cried a lot, I just need time in order to calm it down. Larson is a disguise in the profession of a business man, he's an invader who invaded my heart without asking me so how can I share the good news with him after he broke my heart in a way it can never be fixed, even if it's fixed there will always be a crack in it. We had so many plans of holding our child in our arms and raising he or she together and with outmost love.

I lay groaning on the ground, twitching uncontrollably and unable to move much more beyond this. This must be the effects of him buzzing me with the collar, I surmised. Looking up at Lars now looming over me in the dark, I could see the hated little silver device in his hand. It could be a key fob to a garage door, it was so unassuming looking, but man was it insidious! I couldn’t believe Lars had used it on me after the fantastic blowjob I had just given him. “Sorry, lass.” He said, his laughter dying away. “I hoped to not have to use it on yeh, but I didn’t want you two to start a dog fight. You could’ve been hurt even worse you know.”

she was sniffing already with one hand on her belly and the other , she brought out a little knife from under her pillow " stay away from me and my child or el... " But with a woosh Sound, the knife was skillfully snatched from her and her cloth was grabbed forcefully, " you think we're newbies that you can scare with a mere knife?, you'd have to do more than that sweet thing, now quit fighting and let's have f...." Lara's eyes widened when she saw a hand move straight from behind and hold a beating heart! this heart belonged to no one but the guy who held her just now

Inside the yacht, Celine instructed one of his men to stab Danielle to her heart. “ No! Please! Don’t!” Danielle cried out loud. Begging for mercy. “ Celine, have mercy on me.” “ No way! Today is the day that you'll die in front of me!” Celine laughed like crazy. The bad guy approached Danielle with a sharp knife and stab her exactly in the heart. Blood scattered around the floor as Danielle was being stabbed several times. Her scream for help was in vain. She fainted after losing a lot of blood. “ What shall we do now, Miss?” Her men asked with blood stains on his body.

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.

“He’s next—don’t let him slink away!” Taryn raises Elara’s fragment, its lunar light flaring, his voice strained. “Lena, the relic’s in the fortress’s core—a living heart, tied to Elara’s blood, yours, and mine. I bound it, for him. Strike it, but beware—it’s sentient.” His aura flickers, guilt raw, and I snarl, claws itching to tear, but Cassia’s life holds me back.

It's sucks, but nonetheless, I am truly grateful. Hugo smile and raise his hand in front of me, indication for me to wait for his reply. I can clearly hear the popping sounds of the lollipop he has in his mouth and decided to chew when we got here in LA NATURE. “It’s no biggie, El,” flashing his known cheeky smile that formed crease beside his eyes. I was taken aback by the name he’s came up and call me with that but I quickly pulled myself up and manage to take my chill back in my senses.

I grab my phone and call Laurel at 3 AM because when your borrowed heart is trying to escape your chest, you call your cardiologist. "Something's wrong with the heart," I say the second she picks up. "It won't slow down. I think it's rejecting. I'm flushed, my pulse is through the roof, and there's.. there's heat everywhere.." "Where's the heat?" Laurel's voice is groggy but professional. "Everywhere. My face, my chest, and my lower." She goes silent for almost a minute before she starts "Gianna," Laurel says slowly, "are you telling me you had an erotic dream?"