Larass Heart Novels & Stories

“I know where you live.” The bell rang again—this time softer, hesitant. Not the storming lawyer’s, but some postal flicker. Aria hurried to the door, secured the chain, and opened a crack. A courier stood there with a white box, bronzed seal: Voss Promotions. He smiled, handing it over. “Don’t take it,” Barton said reflexively. Aria looked at the box. A card: ‘The camera loves it. So does the audience. – E.’ The “E” curled with a flourish. Something rare flashed in Aria’s eyes: wounded dignity.

I demanded, my hand tightening on my medical kit. "The resonance of this mountain is incompatible with a mature Lycan heart," Silas said, his voice dropping into a chillingly familiar parental tone. "It requires the flexibility of a child’s neurochemistry. By tethering yourself to this stone, Elara, you are triggering a Progressive Cardiac Ossification. Your heart is literally turning to quartz. You aren't becoming the Luna; you are becoming the Statue."

Durbar asked worriedly and Harper smirked. " Because I know who Larsen is. He knew who his enemies were and what they were thinking. They made a mistake underestimating him. And it'll be their worst mistake," he said with a smirk and grabbed the hair of the girl, shoving his shaft deep into her throat and causing her to choke and fight for breath.

After they got in the car, Simon gently fastened her seatbelt and said softly, "Lulu, it's your birthday today. I've organized a birthday party for you. It starts at 7:00 pm. Remember to invite your close friend." "Alright," Luna replied. The black sedan drove into the villa district. After four days, Luna returned to this home once more. Everything was just as it was the day she was admitted to the hospital. Nothing had changed, as if Sophie had never been there. Luna walked into the master bedroom. There was a lipstick on the dressing table. Luna glanced at it casually. It was a used Guerlain 539. This deliberately left-behind lipstick felt like a subtle provocation.

Roger asked her. "Lipe, his name is Lipe, the one who captured this messed-up heart of mine," she said, and her friends saw the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke about her love. Lara opened her heart to her new friends and comrades in battle, and she told them how special and unique Lipe was. "What does he do?"

The only way out was forward, through the maintenance tunnels that led toward the Seine. Laila struggled to sit up, her teeth grinding against the pain that shot through her bound wrists. She looked at the black water that was already lapping at the edge of the platform. The surface of the liquid was covered in a faint, violet luminescence that flickered with a rhythmic, dying pulse. She could feel it through the stone fragment in her pocket the Paris Heart was down there, drowning in the very filth the cartel had created. It wasn't just a machine; it was a living piece of her lineage’s history, and it was screaming for an end.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Lord Saints POV Watching her walk through the doors of the council had reignited some of the feelings I thought was lost in me. I never knew I could detest someone so much. I never thought that I could have so much hatred welled up in me after several years. Anyway, she was here. And I could finally have my revenge against Anna and her daughter. I had nothing to do with the other hunter girl on the floor. Apart from the fact that she was a leader of a rebellion, who caused the death of almost two hundred lycans during the explosion, she hadn't done something as horrible as her sister, whose boldness and bravery stung me in my heart.

I didn't think it was possible for my eyes to widen any more. "You're in my head every goddamn second, Anderson! Every single time I see you, I just want to kiss you, or touch you, or just be close." He seemed like he couldn't believe that he was saying this all, but his surprise went away just as quick. "Yes, it fucking scares me too. Because I never wanted to feel this way. I'm supposed to be the guy who doesn't give a shit to anything or anyone. I'm supposed to be that heartless bastard." His thumb softly caressed my cheek and I found myself getting lost in his eyes.

I interrupt her. “I don't know,” he shrugs. “He has a certain arrogance that makes you feel a bit bad, you know?” I nod my head. “I know perfectly what you mean, and you can call me crazy, but I love that arrogance in him, which makes him so unique, sensual and...” “Friend,” Lara's voice brings me out of the momentary trance. “I'm telling you because I love you and I wouldn't want you to be hurt. I see you very excited for that guy, and it can be seen from leagues that he is a player.”