Lock U In My Heart Novels & Stories

The sun’s in my heart. And I’m ready for love. Spinning around a streetlight, I hold my hand out and look up at the darkening sky. The rumbling thunder doesn’t startle me. It reminds me of the rumble that comes from Lucas’ chest when his wolf comes forward in a moment of passion. I bite my lip and blush as I replay last night in my head.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

I look at him confused "If you put this on it stays on you cant get it off unless you use the key, it means your taken, no longer single" "Oh ok" i say and put the necklace on and lock the heart so it cant be opened Luke just sits and watches me "wheres the key?" I ask "In the box under the cushion " I pull out the key and see it has a heart shaped end so i hop off the bed and dig around in a jewelry box until i find what im after, Luke watches me attach the key to a gold chain and slide it over his head "what are you doing?" He asks frowning, "My heart, body and soul belong to you so surly you should hold the key".

"Okay. Okay. Bed. It's on the bed." I drag him into his room. The phone is exactly where he said, half-buried under the sheets. I pick it up and try to unlock it with his finger. Nothing. I try again. "Heartbeat lock," Q says from the floor. He tips his chin up and shows me his throat, which is a very nice throat, and he knows it. "It only opens if I allow it. Never seen one?" I look at him. Then I hit him. "Ow—"

“And if you forget how you loved me… then I will show you how to fall again.” A sob tore from me, silent and crushing. I pressed my forehead against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me slowly, carefully, like holding a glass heart that could shatter with too much pressure. We stayed like that for a long time. Breathing. Trembling. Holding. Outside, the moon climbed higher. I could feel time tightening around us. When I finally pulled back, his hand lingered against my jaw. I caught his wrist gently and pressed it to my cheek, eyes closed.

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.

“How can I live without my heart?” Lucian tightened his arms around her, pulling her so close against his chest that there wasn't a breath of space left between them. The heavy, possessive rhythm of his heartbeat thudded solid and unbroken against her cheek, a reassuring drumbeat in the quiet sanctuary of their room. He pressed a long, fervent kiss into her tangled hair, his hand sliding up her spine to cup the back of her head, anchoring her to him.

I knew Mom would be here in a twinkle of an eye if I did. The call ended abruptly, and I tiptoed to the bed from underneath, drawing a 'Glock 17 Gen 5 Mos'. My heart stopped beating in that suspended moment, with the incandescent rays of the bulb above shining brightly from the revolver. My face furrowed into a deeper scowl as I held the gun behind my ass like the cops in TV shows. Despite the fact that I was armed, my heart rate increased, and I inhaled deeply, summoning the courage to confront who was on the other side of the door.

C7 Heart looked back at the car and smiled at their child when Lush shouted, “Bye, Mommy! Love you, Mommy!” The child then blew a flying kiss to his mother. Heart responded, “Bye, baby. I love you, too. Be good!” She waved at Lush, while he remained focused on his wife until he sighed when she entered the school building. Lux carried a heavy burden of guilt for past mistakes, particularly his affairs, including one with Silvana Jones. What weighed on him more was his failure to disclose everything to Heart. He struggled to find the right time, hesitant to add to her worries.