Lock Me Up, But Not My Heart の小説・ストーリー

At least he could do that. He peered through the large glass pane that was set in the back door before his hand gripped the old-fashioned, brass knob. What he saw had his other hand fisting at his side. Harper and the blond man were locked in an embrace, and a sweet smile played at her mouth. Jealousy spontaneously combusted in his chest before his intellect told him he was being ridiculous. He had no claim over Harper. He'd thought he'd made his peace with that years ago when she never responded to any of his letters. Apparently, a piece of his heart still carried a torch, however, and it was burning like a furnace in his chest. He rubbed at the spot trying to make the sensation go away.

I didn't get a chance to open my eyes when mchest locked up instantly as my heart pounded even harder breath. I knew that feeling. “…Ashton…?”

Tonight is the first full moon since I signed my life away. I keep telling myself it's just work. Like scrubbing toilets or dodging creepy customers on delivery runs. You do it, you get paid, you go home. Except there is no going home anymore. This is home. This gilded fucking cage with its panoramic view of a city that doesn't give a shit about girls like me. The smart lock beeps. I flinch so hard the book slides off the table and thuds to the floor. My heart slams against my ribs like it's trying to escape before he even steps inside.

"My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything I need but it needs to keep selling me Besides celebrities lacking in integrity Holding up the status quo instead of showing the kids That they matter, who are they gonna batter next? Just keep holding their necks and keep selling them sex It's better if we keep them perplexed It's better if we make them want the opposite sex And disenfranchised young criminal minds In a car park beside where your nan resides Are not slow, they've just never been shown That you should beMy heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anything I need but it needs to keep selling me Besides celebrities lacking in integrity Holding up the status quo

But he wouldn't endure anything shitty and something against his rules. He whirled on his heels and sauntered at the door. Then I heard the click when he walked through the door. The realization hit me later. He had locked me in the room. I rushed at the door, "Duante, please open the door. Don't lock me inside." I grabbed the knob and tried to turn it. Nothing..... it was locked. He locked me in the room, "You can't do this," I slapped my hand against the wood. It was useless. I placed my ear against it. I heard nothing. But I heard something else. My heart was running rapidly.

He said and I smiled shyly " Remember that I bought something but didn't give you and said that I will give it when time comes? "I asked and he nodded " The time has come. "saying I show him the bracelets " give me your hand. "I told him and he did " today I'm taking your stolen heart and locking it with mine. "I said and make him wear the lock bracelet " and keeping the key of your heart. With me. "I said and wore the key bracelet in my hand

I shake the knob again to check if it is truly locked. I tried to unlock it, but it would not open. He’s had me locked up since the day I caught him cheating on me with his slut. I try to keep calm and think of a way out. I search around the room for something that can assist me in unlocking the door, but I find nothing. • Miller, Lycan Monarch. I can’t stand listening to that damn wolf moan. Even in her nightmares, she moans the name of another man. She makes me sick and prevents me from sleeping soundly with her stupid moaning. It makes me want to go kill her and her cheating spouse.

Ivara's POV My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to punch its way out. Xlynor had really locked me in. He’d caged me like some fragile bird he could keep for himself. I spun away from the glass, and crossed to the door. “Open!” I snapped, dragging the card across the sensor for what felt like the hundredth time. “Open! Fucking open!” “Damn it,” I rasped when the lock didn’t budge. I slapped the door with my palm. “Let me out! Let me out, you bastard!” The words tore from my throat.

CALLUM My heart’s pounding as I stick the key in the lock of my apartment door, twisting it to hear the heavy click of the deadbolt unlocking. What the fuck am I doing? This is my safe space; my sanctuary. It isn’t somewhere that I bring girls for hookups. Hell, I rarely even let my own friends come inside.

But why she is looking at him? She wasn't shifting her gaze even for a second and that was something I couldn't handle. I warned her not to look at any other man except me. She jerked my hand and tried to stand up from my lap but I didn't, to make me lose my grip she pinned her heel to my foot, and I eventually lose my hold on her. I love her feisty side too. Suddenly, I noticed that a bartender was looking at our side from time to time and was mumbling something.