Lock Me Up, But Not My Heart Novels & Stories

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

"But when I flirted with another man for an ice cream, he got jealous and broke my leg. Isn't he so possessive?" My gaze caught on the bedsheet—crusty splotches blooming like fungal rot. Having long since shed any naivety, I instantly recognized what it was. I retched, my fingers scrabbling at the cage bars. "What are you doing?" Chiara shrieked suddenly, cradling the padlock like a lover's face. "Don't you dare ruin the home Ethan built for me!" I flinched, and she murmured, "This is a golden lock, made with all of Ethan's love. What will happen if you break it? He'll be so angry."

explaining without taking a breath I closed my eyes with fear. “Katie! What happened?” asked Sister Maya while catching her breath. Still catching my breath, I hold Sister Maya with my shaky hands. “There’s a man outside who is trying to get in the orphanage! Sister Maya we need to call the police quick!” “A man?” asked Sister Maya. She looked at me with full of concern and looked at the gate. When she took my hands off of her, I panicked and hid at her back. She opened the gate with no fear and I peeked at her shoulder.

She grabbed onto the knob, her fingers that were fumbling with the lock freezing when low music flooded melodically around the room. Heartbeat by Haux…the same song that had played the night they’d danced…the song…the song that started all of this. “I know you don’t hate me, Quinn, but just like back then, you’re scared…and I understand. They hurt you, I did too…but at least try to understand me like I try to understand you.”

To think that I once looked up to the man does bring a slight sting to a heart that has grown completely cold. After it takes a cold heart to lock up the woman you love. Now do not get me wrong, I do feel remorse, and I know what I am doing is wrong on so many levels. The point being, and the fact which I shall keep on repeating. I cannot lose Trinity. Yet, have I not lost her now. I cannot see how the woman will love me after me doing this, and doing this, FUCK, she is still tied up. So it is with absolute haste that I reach for the key that is firmly tucked in my pocket; with a few wiggles, my trembling hands finally have the door open. And as I step inside, there she is, well, not like sh

Hand over heart, I'm praying That I'm gonna make it out alive The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants I sang along with Selena Gomez, the image of Drake and Cardi burning in my head and I am fuming.Just give me few seconds and steam will start getting out of my ears.It's crap that the heart wants what it wants and what it wants seem unreachable. Indeed men are trash, Arrrrggh!!!!. "S*xy girl?" Bett

That's when she saw something that burst her bubble of happiness. On the refrigerator door, a calendar reminded her that on that very evening, it would be the final of "The Key to the Heart." Sophie tried not to let it torment her too much because Nicholas had declared several times the night before that he loved her, and she knew he had been sincere. However, she was an adult woman and knew that love isn't always enough, that it doesn't solve everything, and it wasn't fair to expect Nicholas to change all his life plans, everything he had planned, just because she had reappeared in his life, and they had discovered that the supposed memories from the past were misunderstandings.

"Finn, I really miss you and our bed feels so empty without you. You need to know that I am with you and I believe you are innocent. You are being framed and I can't figure out how or why yet!" The cranky officer came in the room and snapped, "Times up! Let's get a move on." She looked at him and firmly stated, "The courts have given me 60 minutes and 60 minutes shall I get. Understood!" The officer didn't expect her behavior to be so bold so he retreated as he mumbled, "1 hour! 1 hour! I will be back!" Lili continued talking to him and telling him as much as she could, trying not to show how she really felt. She just wanted to break down and cry; the bruises, the wires in his jaw and t

He says finally, his voice quiet. I hesitate. I know I can’t afford to stay put, though the thought of leaving my beloved apartment permanently pains me. However, the thought of the wicked gleam in the blonde man’s eyes and his threatening words is enough motivation. “We need to swing by my apartment and grab Berlioz and some of my belongings.” I reply finally, my throat tightening slightly at the expression of his face.