Lock You In My Heart Novel Novels & Stories

I managed to smile yet I wasn't happy. I grabbed his collar and kissed his lips. He tried to push me but I tightened my hold on him. I'm waiting for him to push me with all his strength but he didn't. My hopes arise. He still loves me! I knew it! I put my hands around his neck and kissed his lips even harder. This time, he stopped escaping and let me kiss him. He's not responding to my lips but the fact that he's letting me savor his lips feels like heaven to me. I tried to enter my tongue on his lips but I can't because he's greeting his teeth. I stopped kissing him and looked him in the eyes.

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

She turned my life upside down. She gave my life... a happy ending! __________________________ THE END_________________________________ Hello my lovely readers! Here we are finally. To the end. It's been amazing putting out my story to you guys. The Frozen Heart is one of my earliest works. I started it back in 2018 and just going back to the story reminded me how far I have come as a writer. This book nowhere close to perfect. I know many of you would think it's a waste of time while many of you loved it. Nevertheless, I enjoyed sharing the story of Sofia and Liam with you guys. I hope you enjoyed my story. Thank you so much for all your amazing support my dear readers! I will see you again

“There’s a… a draft. Not of air. Of memory. It’s coming from the wall itself.” Sela approached the spot. She didn’t have Arin’s tool or Leo’s cloak, but she had her Loom. She held her hands out, feeling for the narrative. She didn’t feel solid rock. She felt a story waiting to be read. A door that wasn’t a door, but a choice. “It’s not a physical lock,” she realized. “It’s a lock of understanding. The people didn’t just hide the heart in a place. They hid it in a idea.”

I touched the mate mark at the nape of her neck, the symbol of our connection, and it responded to my touch, enveloping me in a warmth beyond the physical. Love surged through my heart, an unforgiving wave that consumed me. I loved her, this woman who had experienced pain yet remained strong and brave. I had loved her from the moment I first saw her, and now, I could no longer delude myself into pretending that I didn't care. I placed a kiss on her forehead, then lifted her gently from the cold floor. I pushed the door, only to realize I couldn't open it. It occurred to me that I had added a silver lock to it last night. I summoned the guard to remove the lock.

He left me all alone. Thanks to my budding anger, I was able to get up in quick succession. When my planted feet didn't give way to some dizzy spells, I gave a mini victory dance in my head. Slowly, I passed towards the door, maybe if I had known what was in store for me, I wouldn't have been too excited. “No.” I felt my heart break into a million pieces as I pulled at the door knob just to find it locked. “No, no, no.” Mike was heartless, and this was all the confirmation I needed. It was bad enough that he had given me an overdose and now, he had the guts to still lock me in.

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

The old me was so weak in the heart that she fell for practically everything about him. I reached the door, my heart beating a little faster as I punched in the code, holding my breath and hoping the current him didn't change the lock details. When the door clicked open, I exhaled. See? Nothing changed. The lock clicked open, and I slipped inside, closing the door behind me. The familiar scent of leather and old books enveloped me, and I felt a thrill run through me. I cracked my knuckles, a sly smile spreading across my face as I took in the familiar sight of Lysander's office. Where to start…

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.

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.