Lock Your Heart Novels & Stories

Everyone knew it. The giant HeartLock logo glowed behind the stage. One last performance. One last lie. Orion walked into the spotlight. His usual smile never appeared. Instead, he looked directly into the main camera. And said: “Good evening.” The audience quieted immediately. Because something felt different. Orion took a breath. Then continued. “For seven seasons, HeartLock promised love.” Silence spread through the arena. “For seven seasons, we asked people to trust us.” Another pause. Then—

"What now? How do I use my power to go back to the present self?" "Simple! Just put your right hand on your heart, and say HEART LOCKET. Then, it will reveal you a heart locket crest with having three keys floating on each ribbon." So, I do what he just instructed me, and a heart locket with a palm-size shows up in front of me.

“It knows about the tether.” Seren’s eyes narrowed. “The what?” “I had to leave a part of me there. In the heart. It’s the only reason the lock works.” Cassian cursed under his breath. Seren didn’t bother with subtlety. “And if it gets to that part of you?” The answer was obvious, but saying it out loud made my skin crawl. “Then the lock becomes a key.” For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Cassian’s jaw set. “We keep it away from you.”

I'm fucking horny right now, and I can't even hold back anymore. "Your heart..." She pauses and pulls away from me, staring into my eyes. "Why is it beating so fast?" Her voice sounds calm, and I gulp down the lump that builds in my throat. My eyes dart to her parted lips that keep tempting me to have a taste of them, and without holding back, I slowly cup her cheeks in my palm as I lean forward and claim her lips. The world seems to be frozen for seconds, my heart stops beating as our lips lock. I feel sparks generating in my body, my wolf feels excited, and he wants to do more.

"You didn't trust me enough to tell me? You let me think we were dying so you could play the hero again?" "I am the only one who knows how to keep you alive!" he roared, his voice cracking. He grabbed my wrists, his eyes burning with that familiar, terrifying obsession. "I would burn this entire city to the ground to keep your heart beating, even if you hate me for the smoke." As he held my wrists, the silver rings began to glow a violent, angry red. The Soul-Lock was leaking—I wasn't just feeling his emotions; I was seeing his thoughts.

He said and I smiled shyly " Remember that I bought something but didn't give you and said that I will give it when time comes? "I asked and he nodded " The time has come. "saying I show him the bracelets " give me your hand. "I told him and he did " today I'm taking your stolen heart and locking it with mine. "I said and make him wear the lock bracelet " and keeping the key of your heart. With me. "I said and wore the key bracelet in my hand

my home by a few peoples, whom I love and they love me back equally in returns. As I stood before the room that I had locked myself years back, I put the key in the keyhole, gave it a subtle twitch, and instantly the door opened, revealing a dusty, dark, filled with spider web's room. Among the whole house filled with lots of expensive materials, extraordinary interiors, fresh flowers...this dark place was the only one where the touch of spring couldn't reach..just like my heart. So cold and vulnerable... I instantly locked the door and turned around... My heart was pounding hard... Grasping the left side of my chest, I stood against the door with my entire weight on it. I felt a great knot

"The encryption cycles every thirty days. It won't work." "It won't work for a Vance," Liam murmured, his fingers flying over a small, hand-held device he’d wired into the card. "But a Rossi knows that every lock has a heartbeat. You just have to find the rhythm." The device gave a soft, electronic chirp. The mag-lock let out a heavy, metallic clack, and the door groaned open an inch. "Welcome home," Liam whispered.

“That wasn’t natural.” “No,” I whispered. “It wasn’t.” We summoned the elders immediately. Lira came last, her cane tapping slowly across the stone. When she saw the crack in the heart crystal, her eyes darkened. “It’s waking,” she said. “What is?” I asked. She looked at me with something that wasn’t fear but warning. “The true source of your magic. The heart isn’t just a relic, it’s a seal. A prison. And now it’s breaking.” I stepped back. “You’re saying I’ve been carrying a locked door around my neck?”

CALLUM My heart’s pounding as I stick the key in the lock of my apartment door, twisting it to hear the heavy click of the deadbolt unlocking. What the fuck am I doing? This is my safe space; my sanctuary. It isn’t somewhere that I bring girls for hookups. Hell, I rarely even let my own friends come inside.