Lock You In My Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Her ragged breaths slowed, her heartbeat easing as Luke's steady pulse resonated through her. As Luke held Luna, he felt her body tremble, her panic and fear vibrating through her slender frame. He dug his chin into her silky hair, the olive scent of her shampoo intoxicating his senses. Her face pressed against his chest, her warm breath sending jolts of electricity through him. He tightened his hold, not wanting to let go. His heart swelled with empathy and a surge of desire to keep her safe, to protect her from harm. As they stood there, the elevator's silence was filled with Luna's slow ragged breathing and Luke's steady heartbeat. Their bodies swayed slightly, a gentle dance, as if the s

My mind and my heart were confused. My mouth was saying something different while my mind and my heart were not corresponding with what my mouth was saying. “I am not a gold-digger, ma.” You dare talk back at me? You brat, I will make sure I deal with you in this city.” The only thing I could do at that point was allow tears to roll down my eyes so I could not talk further.

I couldn't understand it. but I didn't have to, because in the next second I large warm hand wrapped around wrist, jerking me back in a smooth swift motion, my back touching the cold walls of the lockers in the next second, locked back into icy blues. My heart seemed to stop existing, because I couldn't hear it beat anymore. It’s a cold day in hell when your own heart betrays you.

“Alessandro Angelo...I am going to make you mine...I am going to breathe life into your cold heart and I will make you fall helplessly in love with me...just wait... I promise....” I stood and began to rack my head while pacing in my room. Now, what must I do first to soften his hard heart. One thing was however certain to me, he has feelings for me. A little of it now. Whatever it was but I see a bit of his likeness for me but how long will I let him like me that little? Who knows he might even begin to waver tomorrow. That is why I must step up and lock his heart with mine, in a way he will never be able to wriggle out even if he tried.

For the first time since the blue light had returned me, I wanted to stay inside the sentence long enough to see where it led—ink wet, ending unwritten, and the man who loved me refusing to let the page turn without us both on it. I pressed closer to the solid heat of him and let the morning hold us. The door stayed locked. The story, for now, stayed ours.

I had no idea he had someone he liked. And then he presented the other crystal shoe. "I tried to find the owner, Katherine, but I never did. I was afraid of hurting another girl because of what I did to Gillian. I've been holding back all these years. "But I guess God works in mysterious ways. I can't believe you're the girl I saw that night. That was my first time. My only time. But can you give me a chance, Katherine? I promise I'll love you right." I hugged him. "Yeah. Promise me you'll give me a home?"

he breathed. She pulled her shirt over her head. The stone in her chest blazed brilliant violet not responding to arousal, but to the weight of commitment. To the moment when they stopped being two people bound by circumstance and became two people choosing each other despite the impossible odds. Julian’s hands moved to her waist, and the moment his skin made contact, both of them gasped. The bond flared bright enough to cast shadows across the shack walls. The stone in her chest and the curse in his heart recognized each other and began a conversation that had nothing to do with words.

“You brought change. And change on this mountain always comes with blood.” With that, she left and closed the door. I was alone again. My heart hammered in my throat. I went to the door and pressed the handle. Locked. Not with a key. Just… stuck? Or had Rowan actually locked me in? I shook it. It didn’t open. “Damn it,” I hissed and kicked the door in frustration. “Who does he think he is? Putting me on lockdown? I’m not twelve!” I went back to the table where the soup steamed. The smell was… incredible. Meat, vegetables, and some spice that made my mouth water instantly.

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai

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".