Libro Corazón Romane & Geschichten

heart It was curious, it was itching to know more It sensed danger, it sensed he was ife power, he sensed my doom, but still it wanted to know He came into my life and read me like a book, he made me his prey

Every so often, you hit a spot so cold it taks your breath away. I love this place. I love what it means - the history beneath it, the caves, the mountain that's been here longer than any of us and will be here long after. I love our bed and our fire and the way Riana has claimed the window seat in the library as her personal territory and no one, not even Raymond with all his twelve-year-old authority, can move her from it. I love my life. I just didn't choose it. And I feel like I can't say it, because of all the what ifs that comes with that thought.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 20 Her eyes bulged out excessively to the extent Lanie thought they'll fall off The rate at which her heart pounded was enough to break outta her ribcage "Mi corazón" Lewis muttered lovely running his fingers all over her smooth face. His eyes showed nothing more or less than deep affection Something Melanie has never seen in his eyes before. Lewis wasted no time again in locking lips with

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

I pull him forward as a group of rowdy boys try to slide by on the sidewalk, one of them eyes Christian up with a double glance and blushes as he moves on. “Nothing to lose, except maybe your heart.” He winks happily, oblivious to the passing “hotty” and I eye roll, knowing it’s unlikely anytime soon. To lose your heart you need to have gotten it back first, so that it can let someone else have it, and mine is still most definitely in the tightly gripped hands of one sandy-haired, hazel-eyed, heartbreaker of a Carrero.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Moira belittled her without holding back, and though Levy did not wish to bother with her, she still looked at the woman in front of her and calmly said, “ Are you saying that reading a book is now a liberty that can only be enjoyed by a few? If that's the case then even a beggar is living a wonderful.” Seeing Levy retort, Moira narrowed her eyes as she threw the book on the table before stating, “What's the point of reading a book when your heart is going to remain dark?” She looked down at the title of the book that Levy was reading and couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “ You read a book with such a heavy philosophy but I am afraid that it will help you in no way. To read such a thing you

I can only imagine the agony he must be in, with broken ribs and cuts marring his handsome face. I let out a shaky breath, my heart twisting in my chest as I struggle to make sense of the cruel irony fate has thrust upon me. The universe, it seems, has a sick sense of humor. Here I am, desperately trying to build walls around my heart, to distance myself from Stefano and all the complications he brings, and this happens to him. How the hell am I going to do that? "Stefano," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "Luce del Sole," Sunshine. He whispers, using the endearment that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. "Please, no tears. I'm fine."