Lock Your Heart Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

What the hell is happening to me? I was about to lay down when he held my hand. Now, our eyes were locked at each other. Beyond the heavy rain, the loud beating of my chest was all I could hear. His eyes traveled down on my lips, and his hand lingered on my skin, giving me the electricity feeling. Oh, no. I think I am in danger. “W-What?” I gulped. I knew that at any moment, I would give in. This temptation is capturing me.

“I can’t even—” A wave of light engulfed her vision, and within it, she saw herself reflected infinitely, each version slightly different: the girl who had laughed under twin suns, the warrior who had faced the rift, the woman who had pressed her hand into the world to hold it together. They all whispered, overlapping, fracturing, and the voice — Kael-Draven, multiplied and split — threaded through each whisper, coaxing her, challenging her. “You are the lock,” it said. “You hold the heart. And the heart is us.”

And it was going to take it from me if I didn’t act. My chest felt tight. My hands trembled. I swallowed hard. “Adrian,” I said softly, “tell me what happens if I don’t lock it.” His eyes widened. His voice became urgent. “It will take control of you,” he said. “It will make you its anchor. You’ll become the spine’s heart.” I stared at him. My heart pounded. “And if I lock it?” I asked. His eyes flicked to the key. His voice was barely audible.

The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest. Ash forced himself into a sitting position, clutching the floor to stay upright. His movements were sluggish, but his eyes—those swirling silver-white eyes—held a clarity sharp enough to cut. “Tyla,” he rasped. “Listen carefully.” Arthur stepped forward instantly, tension rattling through him. “She’s not choosing anything until we know what the hell this ‘heart’ does.” Ash didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on me. “The heart is the anchor.”

He sighed out of relief he's in right now, he likes cats and can't afford to kill one even if it is accidentally. "What was that?" He asked himself. "Why do I feel strange?" His heart was beating so fast that he can hear it without a stethoscope, he shake it off and drive anyway to his destination. His phone suddenly rang so he picked it up with his other free hand. "Hello?" He groaned when his heart won't stop beating fast. "Yes?" "Where are you?" Her voice was so low when she asked him, "can you drive faster?" He smiled, he really loves hearing her voice.

“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.

His face twisted in fury as he lunged at Alexander. Whoosh, whoosh! A flurry of needles shot out, each as fine as a strand of hair. "Heart Lock Silk!" Alexander immediately recognized it and frowned. This weapon was terrifying—once it pierced the body, it would flow along the blood vessels and enter the heart, eventually shredding it to pieces. The technique to craft it had long been lost, and he only saw it mentioned in ancient texts. "Hmm?" Alexander froze for a moment, watching as the Heart Lock Silk effortlessly penetrated his protective aura and entered his body.

S = 1 E = 5 L = 3 E = 5 N = 5 A = 1 I wrote it down on a piece of paper: 1 - 5 - 3 - 5 - 5 - 1. My heart pounded so loud I thought it would crack my ribs. This had to be it. I leaned forward and typed the numbers into the lock, one by one. Click. Click. Click. The last number slid in. I froze. Holding my breath. And then— Nothing. No release. No sound. No click. Just silence.

Her smiles to her is filled with sweet adoration. His heart beats erratically. Lachlan's grip on the guitar tensed. And then he receives a honey-sweet smile from her. Their eyes locked, speaking of the desires of their heart.