Lock Your Heart Novels & Stories

My heart softened. "Lorcan, no. I won't do that... I'm willing to help you overcome it." I smiled with dried tears on my cheeks. I shut my eyes when he kissed me there. He slowly stood up, i watched him hold the doorknob. "Later, baby." I was about to go near him when he suddenly shut the door and locked it. "What the fu-- hey! Lorcan, why did you lock this?!" I started panicking as i held the knob, it's really locked! "Lorcan, open this! Please!" Oh God. What is running in his mind?

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

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.

"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.

they locked eyes staring lovely at each other "Of course, you're my baby,my hearthstone,my sun,my....." 'Laine, you never told me your talent is making someone blush "he rolled his eyes With a big smile on her lips she traced his wet eyebrows with her fingers and pinched his nose "It's kinda like my duty, you're my amor". She placed her hand on his racing heart "My one and only sól. The man that owns my heart" "Mi corazón, you're my one and only woman. Am the over possessive type, don't let anyone touch you asides me. Unless I'll go mad "he whispered softly before locking lips with her

explaining without taking a breath I closed my eyes with fear. “Katie! What happened?” asked Sister Maya while catching her breath. Still catching my breath, I hold Sister Maya with my shaky hands. “There’s a man outside who is trying to get in the orphanage! Sister Maya we need to call the police quick!” “A man?” asked Sister Maya. She looked at me with full of concern and looked at the gate. When she took my hands off of her, I panicked and hid at her back. She opened the gate with no fear and I peeked at her shoulder.

"Shut the door, Serena." My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew I should run, but my hand moved on its own, clicking the lock into place. God, I was doomed.

Beau's voice revealed his deep concern and fear for the woman he loved. As his heart raced, the mere thought of Kaia not being around drove him to the edge of desperation. The tough exterior he once displayed crumbled, revealing the vulnerability beneath. His feelings for her deepened, evolving into an intense desire to shield her from any pain. In that moment, his primary goal became clear — to protect Kaia and ensure that her love for him matched the depth of his affection for her.

That's when she saw something that burst her bubble of happiness. On the refrigerator door, a calendar reminded her that on that very evening, it would be the final of "The Key to the Heart." Sophie tried not to let it torment her too much because Nicholas had declared several times the night before that he loved her, and she knew he had been sincere. However, she was an adult woman and knew that love isn't always enough, that it doesn't solve everything, and it wasn't fair to expect Nicholas to change all his life plans, everything he had planned, just because she had reappeared in his life, and they had discovered that the supposed memories from the past were misunderstandings.

He reached out and gently took her hands in his, his touch providing a comforting warmth. "Mitchell," he began, his voice soft and reassuring, "I understand your fear. Love can be a complicated journey like I told you before, and the fear of a broken heart is a valid concern. But I want you to know that I would never purposefully hurt you. My intentions are pure, and my desire is to cherish and take care of your heart." Mitchell looked into Mr. Robert's eyes, searching for the truth in his words. She saw sincerity, kindness, and a depth of emotion that gave her hope. She took a deep breath, finding the courage to express her feelings.