Lock Me Up, But Not My Heart Novels & Stories

He looked small, vulnerable, and completely out of place against the opulent but temporary backdrop of a luxury liner. “Why is the door locked? And why the hell didn’t you open it?” I gritted my teeth, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. The metallic taste of anger filled my mouth. Tristan had never locked me out, not once. This was an unprecedented barrier, an affront.

This is not normal. “H-Hurry up,” I cleared my throat before I mustered strength to make a step out of his room. When I closed the door, I shut my eyes firmly and I almost lost all my strength. “Oh, shit.” I muttered as I placed my hand on my chest. I could feel its loud beating as if it wanted to get out of my chest. “What's going on?” “Fuck!” “What?!” My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Ace appeared all of a sudden. I glared at him immediately as I washed my hands on my face. That's when I realized that I was sweating coldly. I am not yet even starting to work out and train with Chase.

A warmth lingered on his lips, a smile so easy, so practiced, that it could almost fool you into believing it was real. Almost. Because beneath it, there was something distant, something just a little too polished, too measured. The kind of warmth that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Even if it felt cold. “Thought I locked that,” I muttered, pressing a hand to my chest as my heart tried to escape my ribcage. Liam shrugged, infuriatingly casual. “You did. You just forgot I don’t respect your locks.” I groaned. “You know, normal people knock.”

She whispers sadly, and I turn her around to face me. I cup her face with my hands and gaze into her beautiful eyes, “It’s not a dream baby. I’m still madly in love with you.” I assure her, and she smiles. “Something happens to my heart when you say that.” She sighs contently, placing her hands on my chest. I reach down and lift her hand off my chest and bring her fingers to my lips. I kiss them and press them over my heart. I press my forehead to hers, “You’re locked away in my heart baby; there’s no getting you out of there now.” I tell her, solemnly.

Wіth thаt, hе shuts the dооr abruptly, and I’m left ѕtаrіng at thе stub оf the tіnу nаіl fіlе still lоdgеd іn thе lосk. Oh mу Gоd. Fuck! I rеаllу аm locked іn. I’m being hеld аgаіnѕt mу wіll. Oh mу Gоd, оh my God. I need tо call Blаkе. I rip ореn thе оffісе drаwеr аgаіn and рісk up Jеѕѕuр’ѕ рhоnе.

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I

Now that I have a lawsuit on my hands, it's bad enough that you're not helping me out, but how can you go so far as to frame an innocent man? I wanted to stand up for myself, but she had already used her desk phone to make a call. "I need security to come to my office." Two burly men came walking in. "Hold him down." Before I could react, they pinned me to the floor. Natasha walked over and slapped me across the face. "Hand over the designs. Or else, I'll make your life a living hell." "I didn't take any designs!" I growled, my teeth clenched.

She kept begging, "Joseph, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Now, it's just the two of us in our family. We only have each other. Please forgive me. I'll obey your every command…" He did not look at her. He only talked to the bodyguards. "Bind her to the bed!" he ordered coldly. He took out a scalpel and slowly unbuttoned Yvette's shirt as she watched in terror. "This heart belongs to Wendy. You don't deserve it, so you should return it to her," he said. "No! Are you out of your mind? I'll die without this heart!" yelled Yvette. Yvette was finally afraid. She had always been adored by her brother.

Measuring. A reminder he owned every choice I had left. "You think this is pain?" He released my hair. I slumped forward. "You'll beg," he promised. "Not for mercy. For the end." He walked to the door. His hand gripped the handle. He paused, looking back. "The lockdown was luxury. This is reality." He stepped through. "Think about your lies in the dark." The door slammed shut. The lock engaged with a grinding thud. The light went out.

“Lock it.” I blinked then, the words landing slowly, like they needed extra time to mean what I thought they meant. "Lock it? Why—" But he was already walking away and before I knew what was going on, I was inside a room that was about to be locked. “It’s not what you think,” the man said and locked the door, confirming that it was exactly what I thought. I stood up then and crossed the room, quickly trying the handle and hoping that I had misheard. It didn't move, not even when the useless part of me thought that knocking would make them open the door. The tears fell then, this time, uncontrollably. The truth finally dawned on me.