Lock You In My Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Hearing Ami say a figure, Rain looked her over. “I am so glad you covered this up, my love, otherwise, some other guy would have discovered its exquisiteness and I would hate to take his eyes out because your body is mine, mine to look at, mine to worship and mine to claim and mine to impregnate, like now he said suddenly covering her with his body again.

"I believe it's now." I looked at her. At the card in her outstretched hand. At the face of a woman who had been carrying a dead man's instruction for twenty-six months and had finally decided the carrying was done. "What did he leave?" I said. "A letter," she said. "And an explanation he couldn't give anyone while he was alive." I took the card. Around us the park went on in its winter way — joggers, dogs, a child on a bicycle moving through the cold with the specific joy of a child for whom cold is irrelevant. The ordinary machinery of a city afternoon.

It was only a small lock, I’m sure it can be easily broken, right? Unfortunately, I tried best in opening the lock, but nothing worked. I studied the lock a little more and realized it has a very unique hole. It was a heart shaped hole, same as to the necklace I’m currently wearing. It was my dad’s birthday present to me. The last present he gave before leaving. I finally able to open the drawer and saw the book we filled with paintings and colors. I never realized how unique the design of the cover is. It's like the covers of some fantasy movie of some sorts.

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A lockbox is fixed to the wall–built within it. The room blurs. I forget where I am as I send my powers into the lockbox. Metal sizzles until the frame comes loose from the wall, and the little metal door falls into my hand. I toss it behind me and reach inside, praying, my fingertips grazing cash and jewelry before finding… the book. “Yes,” I hiss, smiling deliriously as I pull the book from its hiding place, clutching the small, black leather cover and rocking back on my heels. I flip through the pages, confirming it’s the copy, the only book of its kind in existence.

It’s as if he reached inside me, took a small desire that I never had any hopes of achieving, and turned it into a beautiful reality. “Jerk,” I mumble to myself. As I hurry to the back room, hugging my precious bounty to my chest, I hear Jazz say, “Who gets that excited over books?” I put the novels in my bag and close my locker before smiling giddily. I can’t wait to get home and look at them again. The day can’t end fast enough for me, and as evening falls, Gina reminds me, “You have to lock up today.” I close my eyes. Damn it.

Noel can hardly take it now. “There’s no going back now, Little Red. From the moment I saw you, you’ve belonged to me,” he whispers and covers her face in gentle kisses. “I love you.” Noel grabs his face and looks into his eyes and whispers back. “I love you, too.” That phrase is the magic to unleash the hold on Harken’s self-control. With one thrust he buries himself in her, covering her mouth with his to silence their moans. He grips her thigh with one hand and reaches up to entwine their hands together with the other, moving slowly against her to savor the sensation.

James felt Audrey stiffen for one brief second as he made her his but then she was moving under him again, her hands pulling him fiercely against her as she let her body tell him what she craved. And he was lost, a furnace of passion engulfing him as the last of his fragile control was burned up in the glory that was her soft yielding body. An ecstasy that was mirrored on her face spiraled him higher and higher until the world was left behind and they both entered a place beyond time. He gave her his love, his body, his mind, his will, all self-preservation gone forever. Audrey held his heart in her small hands. Always have and always will. It was very late when Audrey awoke the next morning

“When Hope died, everything fell apart.” The room became silent. He sounded devastated. Actually devastated. Not guilty. Not proud. Heartbroken. Selena frowned. Nothing made sense anymore. Then Jonathan opened a file on-screen. A single document appeared. Everyone stared. Because the title read: AUTHORIZED SUBJECTS Hope Morgan. Selena Vale. Only two names. Two. Jonathan swallowed hard. And suddenly— he looked afraid. The screen reflected it clearly. Fear. Genuine fear. Then he said something that changed everything. “HeartLock was never about finding soulmates.”

Everything was planned. I lifted the key toward the lock. Hesitated. Just for a second. Because once I did this… There was no pretending anymore. No denying. This was real. And I was part of it. I pushed the key into the lock. It slid in smoothly. Too smoothly. Like it had always belonged there. My heart started pounding. Loud. Fast. Heavy. I turned it. Click. The sound echoed louder than it should have. Final. I froze. Hand still on the key.